Laura sticks her thumb in her mouth and slowly regains control over herself. Once her sobbing ends, she realizes she hears voices downstairs. Liz must be home. Laura considers what to do.
If they didn't hear her she could try to slip out unnoticed, but the state of her diaper makes her reconsider. Heading to the store as she was would be nearly impossible. If she waits to be discovered, she can explain what happened to Liz and get her help.
She waits a few minutes and the door opens and Liz walks in holding her 2 year-old in her arms. Her eyes go wide as she spots Laura.
"Where did you come from?" she exclaims as she sets down her daughter and picks up Laura.
Laura takes a deep breath and prepares to explain the crazy story, "Ga goo babi bl..." Laura stops herself shocked. No, no, no. She can't speak!
"Oh you poor thing! Your diaper is full isn't it?"
Laura's cheeks burn red as she's put through the process of a diaper change. Laura has mixed feelings of relief, embarrassment, and frustration. Just as the process is finishing, Liz's husband, Steve, walks in.
"Honey were you saying something to...whoah! Where did she come from?"
"I don't know. She was just sitting here when I opened the door."
Laura let's lose a stream of angry babble hoping to produce something resembling language. Liz's face flashes with concern and seemingly understanding.
"The poor thing's probably starving. Who knows how long she's been abandoned here?"
Laura watches in horror as Liz unbottons her shirt to reveal a nursing bra. She tries to resist as she's offered a nipple. Her infantile instincts take charge though and she latches on. The two concerned adults continue talking as Laura drinks the warm milk.