Laura feels the need to pee approaching. Relieved to still have some level of control, she cuts her fashion show short and heads to the bathroom. Once inside she rips off her diaper and climbs on the potty and falls right through the seat. She hoists herself back out and relieves her bladder.
Butt still damp, she goes to retrieve a fresh diaper when she decides to try something out first. She fills the tub with water and bubble bath soap then strips and climbs in. With the tub is almost like a swimming pool in her current state, she finds delight in splashing in the bubbles and playing with the assorted bath toys. Once her fingers start to prune up, she pulls the plug from the drain and climbs out.
She opens her bag to retrieve a fresh diaper, but finds the dice case still sitting on top. She grabs the case to move it aside, but with her hands still wet it slips from her fingers and to the floor. Once more the spirit's voice rings out.
"Three years you have walked this Earth. Now this number is but one. Each roll of the dice returns more of what you have lost. Be warned you have no more years left to regain. Give the dice to a new bearer or risk the consquences."
Laura only barely has time to process that warning before she feels her legs give out as she falls to her butt. She feels like she should cry about the situation, but instead she bursts into babyish laughter, partly muffled by the pacifier still in her mouth. She tried so hard to stay grown up and now here she was the furthest from it. The comedic irony overwhelms any sour feelings she should have.
Once she calms down, she sets about collecting the dice. With them in hand, she looks at the flimsy case that had failed so many times already and decides she needs a new container. She takes unsteady steps around the bathroom looking for something when she finds an open child proof bottle in the garbage. After stuffing it with toilet paper, she places the dice inside and seals the lid. She then sits down and tries to twist it back open with no hint of it budging.
Satisfied the odds of them coming loose again are minimal, she considers the cool feeling of the tiles against her exposed butt. She sets the dice down and, after a few more awkward steps, crawls back to the nursery. She locates a pack of smaller diapers easily and, with somewhat more difficulty, tapes it on. Examining herself in the mirror once again, she sees a helpless baby staring back and wonders just what options she had left now.