Before Laura can make her escape, she hears the teacher’s voice.
“Laura?” Laura looks over. A middle-aged man is standing by the teacher. “Your uncle is here to pick you up.” Laura blinks in surprise. She doesn’t recognize the man, but something tells her to trust him. Hoping that it’s not just because she’s a naïve child again, Laura walks away with the man.
“You’re probably wondering who I am,” the man says quietly to her. Laura nods. “I’m the owner of the shop those dice came from.” Laura looks up at him in shock. “I sensed when the dice were destroyed, and knew whoever they were bonded to would need my help.” They arrive at a car. Laura is lifted and put into a booster seat. The man gets into the driver’s seat and pulls out of the parking lot.
“What are you doing with me?” Laura asks timidly.
“Well, in order to figure that out, I’ll need to figure out the severity of your circumstances. Luckily, you still remember you are supposed to be an adult. In the most severe cases, when the dice are destroyed, the person forgets their original age and behaves as the age they were regressed to.” Laura gulps.
“Glad I didn’t have that.”
“Yes. In those cases, it’s very difficult to reverse the effects of the dice.” The man looks at Laura in the rearview mirror. “However, it’s still difficult to reverse a regression when the cause of the regression has been destroyed. If you can be returned to your proper age, it will take time and effort.”
“If?” Laura squeaks.
“There is the chance you will have to grow up again,” the man says. “But if you do, I’ll set everything up for that.” Laura merely nods silently. She looks out the window for the rest of the ride. After a while, they pull up in front of a magic shop. The man removes Laura from the booster seat. “Oh dear, you’re wet,” he remarks.
“Sorry,” Laura mumbles. “I didn’t realize it.”
“Well, go ahead and change yourself while I get started on figuring out your situation,” the man says, leading Laura into the magic shop. “In the backroom, you’ll find diapers, training pants, and wipes.” Laura looks at him curiously. “You’re not the only person who lost their potty training due to my items.”
Laura walks into the backroom the man indicated, her training pants squishing unpleasantly with every step. She spots the training pants and wipes quickly. She removes her pants, slips off the training pants, wipes herself down, and pulls up the fresh training pants and her regular pants. Satisfied to be dry again, she exits the backroom.
The man looks up from where he’s standing at the counter.
“Good, you’re back.”
“Have you figured things out yet?” Laura asks him. The man nods.
“Yes, I have.”
“And?” Laura prompts. The man opens his mouth to respond.