After being changed into new training pants, Laura is brought back into the main area. She lays down to resume napping.
The rest of Laura’s school day passes by quickly. To her, all of the activities are as stimulating as they are for her new classmates, and she thoroughly enjoys herself. When the bell rings, the preschoolers are ushered out of the classroom and to the front of the school, where they stand in a group, waiting to be picked up. Laura feels a bit odd about this, but isn’t sure why. She looks around eagerly for whoever will pick her up.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up Laura,” a voice says. Laura looks over. A middle-aged man has approached her teacher. The teacher nods. She looks around, then spots Laura.
“Laura, time to go home!” the teacher chirps. Laura beams. She walks over to the man, who takes her hand and leads her to a car, where she is lifted and buckled into a booster seat.
“Now, you’re probably wondering who I am,” the man says. Laura nods. “I’m the owner of the dice that were bonded to you, before they were destroyed.” Laura cocks her head curiously. That sounds familiar. “I felt their destruction, which is how I knew where to find you.” The man sighs. “And since they were destroyed, and you currently believe yourself to be an actual child, I knew you’d need help getting out of whatever situation you were in.”
The man closes the door and gets into the driver’s seat. He pulls out of the parking lot. Laura squirms for a moment in her booster seat; she needs to pee. Then, she remembers she’s wearing training pants. She lets loose with a soft sigh. The man looks at her in the rearview mirror.
“You’re not fully potty-trained, are you?” he asks tiredly. Laura shakes her head. “Are you in diapers?”
“Nope!” Laura says cheerfully. “Big girl pants! I can poopoo in the potty, but not always pee.”
“Training pants,” the man mutters. He sighs. “At least I have some of those from the last time something like this happened.” Laura looks out the window as they drive.
“Where we going?” she asks after a moment.
“My store. I’ll be looking over your situation there to figure out what, if anything, can be done.” Laura nods. This doesn’t make sense to her, but she’ll play along.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, they pull up in front of a small magic shop. The man removes Laura from the booster seat and carries her inside, where she is placed in a playpen.
“Hey!” Laura protests, getting to her feet. “I’m a big girl!”
“I know. You’ll just be in there for a few minutes while I make a course of action,” the man says. Laura sits down and watches the man puttering around the shop, mumbling to himself.
The man watches Laura out of the corner of his eye. After a few minutes, she gets bored and plays with the toys in the playpen. The man resumes his work. He soon discovers...