Liz wakes up the next morning and goes to the bathroom to do her daily routine. As she gets ready for the day, she spots the dice on the floor. She picks them up, looking at them curiously. There seems to be a piece of paper in the container, probably instructions of some sort. Liz sets the dice on the counter, deciding to take care of the babies before looking into it.
When Liz enters the nursery, she spots her daughter, Suzie, snuggling the strange infant. Liz smiles at the cute sight.
“All right, Suzie Q, time for breakfast,” she coos. A rancid smell reaches her nose. “Actually, let’s change you first.” As usual, Suzie behaves perfectly during the change and feeding, and Liz puts her in the baby bouncer so she can feed the strange infant. She feels a bit strange about breastfeeding another person’s baby, but she doesn’t have any formula in the house.
Laura wakes up to an unwelcome sight: her coworker’s breasts, uncovered, in her face. To her horror, Laura realizes she is even younger than she was the night before. The dice must have somehow rolled overnight, decreasing her age yet again. She can’t decide whether she’s relieved her coworker came back from her trip early. On the one hand, Laura doesn’t know how young she is, but she’s definitely too young to take care of herself. But on the other hand, Laura doesn’t want her coworker taking care of her.
Liz gently moves Laura’s face towards her bare breast, and Laura decides promptly that she’s not relieved Liz came home early. She tries to struggle free, but then her instincts take over and she finds herself suckling, her stomach filling with milk.
“There you go, sweetie,” Liz says soothingly. Without warning, Laura lets out a fart and messes her diaper. She breaks free from the nipple and begins to wail, but Liz guides her back. Once Laura’s had her fill, Liz pulls down her shirt and brings Laura over for a change.
Laura does her best to fight the diaper change, but wears out quickly. Liz coos at her the entire time. Finally, Laura is in a clean diaper and a clean footed onesie. She expects to be placed back into the crib, but instead, Liz drapes a baby sling over her shoulders and places Laura in it.
“Can’t leave a little one like you all alone,” Liz gushes. The combination of warm milk, fresh clean clothes, and Liz’s body heat makes Laura drift off to sleep again. Liz beams down at the sleeping baby and goes back to the bathroom to look at the dice she saw earlier.
She pops open the container, takes out the instructions, and reads. Her eyes widen. It seems like some weird roleplaying thing, or a game of some sort. Liz touches a die and hears a voice.
“Laura Peters. The spirit of youth in this die is no longer bonded with you, but you may still regain youth through the other die.” Liz’s eyes widen. Laura Peters? Her coworker? She looks down at the baby sleeping in the sling. The baby does have the same hair color as Laura. And it makes sense that she might find somewhere she knew to have baby supplies.
Liz looks at the instructions again. Apparently, the owner of the shop can fix any regressions, which fills Liz with relief. Then, she spots a footnote at the bottom. It says that if the dice are rolled enough to drop someone below an age of a single day, they’ll go into the womb of the closest adult woman.