But nobody came in. After a few minutes, Rusty noticed Marcia had stopped drinking - she just held her nipple in her mouth.
"Are you done? Rusty asked, and Marcia let go of her nipple in response. Rusty lifted the baby to her shoulder and started to pat her back softly.
"What are you doing? I'm tired!" Marcia complained, followed by a hearty yawn.
"I'm trying to burp you so you won't get a tummy ache." Rusty explained.
"Ugh. I don't think I'm going to burp, but whatever..." Marcia said, annoyed by her friend acting so much like her mother. Suddenly her bowels made a loud rumbling noise and she felt a warm liquid spread over her butt and between her legs.
"Are you serious? I just changed you!"
"It's not like I could help it!" Marcia replied.
With a sigh, Rusty returned her to the changing table, but didn't open the diaper yet.
"What are you waiting for? Clean me and then put some clothes on me, I'm getting cold!" Marcia demanded.
"Let's just wait for a moment to see if you're really done pooping, I don't want to change you again in five minutes."
"How should I know if I'm done? I don't even know when I'm about to go! I only know I'm dirty and cold and tired. Actually I feel so much like crying right now..." Marcia whined.
"Oh no, don't cry! We're trying not to be found here, remember?"
"Well I'm the one turned into a helpless baby, remember? And if you don't change and dress me right now I won't be able to help it." Marcia whined.
Rusty actually felt a pang of guilt. "Aw, I see it must be hard for you, but suddenly becoming a mother isn't that easy either." she said as she undid the diaper tapes. Neither of them spoke as Rusty cleaned Marcia up and dressed her in a fresh diaper and her onesie.
"I'm still cold!" Marcia said. Rusty checked the drawers in the changing table.
"We're lucky! There's some baby pants and socks here... and even a sweater that might fit you!" she said and put a pair of dark green cotton pants, white socks and a brown sweater on the baby.
"All better?" Rusty asked when she picked Marcia up.
"Yeah, thank you!" Marcia said and yawned again. "Your milk tastes really good..." the infant whispered as she drifted off to sleep in Rusty's arms. Deeply touched by the compliment, Rusty felt a wave of motherly love for this tiny helpless person that used to be her partner. "Damn, that banshee really messed with my hormones and my mind" she thought. But she had to focus on the problem at hand: she was on her own in a haunted mansion with her sleeping baby. She sat down in the rocking chair and contemplated what to do.