Nancy brought Lexie and Belle onto the plane and to their seats. Belle forced herself to stay awake long enough to listen to the speech on plane safety from the head stewardess. However, shortly after they took off, she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
Someone gently shook Belle awake. She opened her eyes grumpily.
“We’re here, sweetie,” Nancy said. Wide awake, Belle sat up straight in her seat. Sure enough, the plane was slowly descending. “Let me check your training pants really quick.” Nancy stuck a finger down Belle’s training pants. “It was a good idea to wear them. You’re wet.”
“Oh,” Belle mumbled, embarrassed. That morning, she had been a young man excited to have a vacation alone. Now, she was a little girl who needed to be accompanied by an adult everywhere and who wet herself in her sleep.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s not like you made a stinky or something,” Nancy said. Belle nodded, but wasn’t comforted at all. The plane finally landed.
“Welcome to Anaheim,” the pilot said over the speaker. “I hope you all enjoy your stay in sunny California.”
Nancy helped Lexie and Belle off the plane. They made a quick stop in the bathroom to change Lexie and Belle back into their old clothes, then went to the area for arrivals.
“Do you see your mommy or daddy?” Nancy asked Belle. Belle looked around. Her eyes landed on someone she recognized. It was Morton. She nodded. “Okay, it was nice to meet you, sweetheart.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Belle said. She walked over to Morton. Morton smiled at her.
“I see you arrived all right.”
“I guess. But what now?” Belle asked. Morton’s smile broadened.
“You’ve been given new accommodations courtesy of Traveler’s Aid, don’t forget. We’ve arranged for a full vacation for you. You need to get ready for it, first, though, so come with me.” Belle reluctantly followed Morton through a nondescript door into a room that looked exactly like the Traveler’s Aid room at the first airport. Morton handed her a pile of clothes. “Go ahead and get changed.”
Belle ducked behind a screen and changed into the new outfit, which consisted of a princess costume, jelly sandals, and fresh training pants.
“No boxers?” Belle asked.
“You’ve already proved you aren’t fully potty trained, and we don’t want any accidents on the clothes we lend you,” Morton replied. Belle pouted, but pulled the training pants on anyways. When she emerged, Morton smiled at her. “Perfect.” He took off Belle’s wristband describing her as an unaccompanied minor. It was replaced with a new wristband, this one providing entrance to Disneyland.
“Disneyland?” Belle asked.
“That’s right! You’re going to spend the week in the Happiest Place on Earth!”
“On my own?”
“Don’t worry, we’ve arranged for some adult supervision for you,” Morton said. He gave her backpack back, as well as her luggage. “Once you leave this room, you’ll be joining them.”
“…Okay,” Belle mumbled. Morton opened the door for her. She went through it and looked around, wondering who would be supervising her at Disneyland.
Eventually, her gaze landed on…