Grant got to his feet. He wobbled, almost falling over, before grabbing the wall for balance. Clumsily, slowly, he made his way to the door. When he got to the door, he tried to jiggle the handle. It was very tightly locked. Grant inspected the edges of the doorway. There were no weaknesses he could see. The door was a no go.
Next, Grant wobbled his way over to the wall that had a window. He looked up. The window was out of reach for him. No luck there. He sat down on the floor again. He winced slightly at the feeling of a diaper cushioning his butt. This would take some getting used to. Though, ideally, he wouldn't be stuck long enough to get used to it.
After spending some time staring off into space blankly, Grant decided to try some of the toys on the floor. He had only just made his way to a clump of colorful blocks when he felt himself get lifted into the air.
"No need for a change yet," a melodic voice, presumably the voice of the spell, said. Grant was let back down on the floor. But that brief moment in the air gave him a new perspective on his seemingly inescapable prison. The crib was right next to the window. If Grant was in the crib, he might be able to get to the window.
First, he had to get to the crib. Grant yawned widely. It took a few fake yawns, but eventually, the spell understood what he needed and picked him up again. The slow response didn't make Grant very confident in the spell's actual caretaking ability. Grant was carried over to the crib and set inside. Now, he could try to get to the window!