Lizzie took her decision fast and steeled her resolve. She spit out the pacifier stuck in her mouth and decided to climb over the railing of her crib. She'd then slip away. If she was lucky to find her clothes, she would take them and slip them on. She did not know if this would get her proper age back but it'd be worth a try. Otherwise her plan was just to get away from this crazy house and get help as quickly as she could. Either way, her main goal was to get out. So with a lot of effort, she hoisted herself over the rim of her crib and once halfway there, she tried passing over the rim but swinging her leg across. It was hard and frustratingly slow but she made it. Somewhat. Because sge lost her balance and fell on the floor. Luckily there was a carpet yet she had to refrain from bawling out lout, thereby alarming the witch and bringing her in the room right away. She swallowed her coming cries and got herself uop on her shaky legs. She toddled to the door and did manage to turn the handle. Lizzie was frightened the noise would alert the witch but it did not. She breathed out in relief and went out tentatively. She had to be very, very careful now. She crept silently and spotted the witch humming in her kitchen, her back turned. The toddler hurried past, happy not to have ben spotted. Maybe Thomas was somewhere around and she could help him out of the witch's house too? Getting her clothes back as well would be nice. But she saw no sign of either. She did see the front door. It was hard letting go of the idea of finding her brother or her right age back but if she was caught now, all chances would be lost for good. So Lizzie toddled, albeit at the full of her speed, reached the door, which was thankfully left ajar and bolted outside the porch and away, in direction of the woods. No matter the noise she made now. She heard the witch shout behind her but still she run, no matter if she fell down. The only advantage of her size was that she could hide and she did so in a bush. Her pyjama was now positively filthy but she did not care. She must have ran long enough to loose the witch and took a rest. She couldn't hear her, at any rate.
But Lizzie was not alone. A fay creature had spotted her and was intent upon capturing her. Fay creatures adore human children. These beings reproduce with great difficulty and so find humans perfect to adopt, raise and pamper. Moreover, humans can make fine pets or can relatively easily be transformed into baby fairy creatures. This fay could sense this human had been transformed but a toddler would suit him fine as it was. He grabbed Lizzie who screamed and cried in absolute fright and took her away, intent to seeing his good fortune give fruit.