As Laura is admiring her youthful reflection, she hears the front door open. She’s not too far from the front door and as such, doesn’t have time to hide or escape without being seen. A woman walks into the house. She catches sight of Laura and beams.
“Suzie, are you ready for your day with Auntie Klara?” the woman coos, coming over to Laura. Laura opens and closes her mouth silently. The woman – Klara – looks over at the closed door to Liz’s office. “Your mommy is probably busy doing work. We won’t disturb her, I know where everything is and she knows where I’ll be taking you.” Before Laura can do anything, Klara picks her up and carries her into the nursery.
Klara sets Laura down in a crib and begins to rummage through drawers. Laura sucks on her newfound pacifier, gears turning in her head as she slowly figures out what’s going on. Klara must be a friend of Liz, and have a key to the house. Klara also must have forgotten that Liz, her husband, and her daughter were out of town and came over to spend some time with Liz’s daughter Suzie, which it seems like she does on a regular basis. Laura sucks on her pacifier harder. If she hadn’t been standing right there in the doorway, Klara would probably have remembered that Liz’s family was out of town and left. But Laura was within sight, wearing clothes that belonged to Suzie.
“Ah-ha! Here we go!” Klara brings a small toddler dress over to the crib and pulls it over Laura. The dress is frilly and short to show off her diaper cover. Laura stifles a groan. If she hadn’t insisted on dressing the part of a toddler and looking at her results, she wouldn’t be in this mess. Klara picks Laura up, puts a prepared diaper bag over her shoulder, and exits the house.
“Today’s a gorgeous day for a walk, don’t you think, Suzie?” Klara coos. Laura merely sucks on her pacifier. Klara chuckles. “You’re always so quiet!” Klara walks over to a car. Laura wonders if, despite what Klara just said about going on a walk, they’re about to drive somewhere. She’s wrong.
Laura watches with dread as Klara removes a stroller from the trunk. She begins to squirm in Klara’s arms, trying to break free and avoid being strapped into a stroller. But Klara merely tightens her grip.
“Aw, come on, Suzie Q, you love your stroller,” Klara says. She manhandles Laura into the stroller and quickly buckles her in, then puts the diaper bag in the compartment in the back of the stroller. “There we go! Time for walkies!” Klara begins to push the stroller forward. Laura tries desperately to escape, but her pudgy, infantile fingers aren’t coordinated enough to undo the straps.
Resigned to her fate, Laura leans back, sucking on her pacifier for comfort. As they progress down the street, Laura feels a sudden warmth spread in her diaper. She whimpers, but the sound is stifled by her pacifier. She just peed with zero warning, yet again. Laura sucks harder on her pacifier, craving the comfort it provides.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the stroller comes to a stop.
“Here we are!” Klara says.