Looking back to the device, you decide to push Annette farther back. The former woman panics further as she finds herself return to shrinking. Dropping through her preteens and back to single digits, the rest of her clothes soon join her shorts. After a few moments, all that's left of the jogger is a wide eyed 1 year old. The baby is crying heavily now. You put the device away and walk up to her.
"What's a baby doing all by herself?" you say to no one in particular.
Annette stops crying and looks up at you and speaks. Or well she tries to. All that comes out is a flurry of baby babble.
You pick her up and walk over to a child play area. As you walk, Annette buries her face in your shoulder. Making your way over to a mother changing a diaper.
"Hi have you seen someone looking for a baby? I found this one wandering over there."
"No, sorry I haven't noticed anything. The poor thing she must be terrified. Here let me get her in a diaper."
You pass over the baby and watch as the former woman squirms as she is diapered. It's all you can do to keep from laughing.