Lizzie was pondering on how to escape. This witch planned to do something to her, and though it would probably not be harmful, Elizabeth wanted no part of it. That woman wanted to keep her as a toddler, to adopt her or have others do so. Lizzie had no intention reliving her childhood, let alone getting molded and having her memories erased to become the daughter of total strangers. So she had to escape, find her clothes and get out fast. Maybe she could find Thomas too. But the witch had already sent him to an unknown place so it was rather unlikely. Still, maybe she'd get lucky.
Elizabeth tried to get out of the crib, but to no avail. Her muscles were that of a toddler, thus much too weak. The crib was too high, which was normal, as it was designed to keep toddlers like her safe. Or in her particular case, prisoners. She slumped, feeling totally defeated. She then lied down, not knowing what to do. She soon overcome by an intense tiredness. It wasn't that late and she wondered what brought on this urge to rest. In fact, her body was now that of a toddler and Elizabeth was way past her bedtime. All she had done was fine for an adult but very exhausting for a baby. Her day was catching up with her, as well as her new body. Lizzie succumbed to sleep, thinking she'd just have a little rest. She did ponder on how warm and soft the blankets were, and how comforting it was to have stuffed animals to keep her safe and with company. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep and about to have a long night's sleep without waking up once.