With a surge of desperation, Jane's tiny finger jabbed at the screen, randomly selecting many prompts as she could. She prayed it wouldn't make things worse. Her thumb mashed the Confirm button, and the world around her began to blur.
When her vision cleared, Jane found herself in an even more precarious situation. She looked down at her hands and gasped – they were smaller, chubbier. Her mind reeled as she realized she was now barely one year old. She was even wearing a onesie which had a pacifier attached to it.
Before Sophia could notice, Jane thought fast and tossed the phone behind the changing table. It landed with a soft thud, hidden from view. Sophia scooped her up, oblivious to the phone's new location. "Time to go, little one," she cooed, carrying Jane out of the daycare.
As they approached the van, Jane's gaze fell upon Mr. Thompson. Her eyes widened in shock. He was now a tall, imposing woman in a business suit. Her brothers also changed drastically. They were now girls and just as young as Jane (although with a few months' difference). The world had shifted, and Jane was at the mercy of this new reality.
The woman, who Jane assumed was Mrs. Thompson, placed her in the van and buckled her into a baby seat. Jane began to fuss, but Mrs. Thompson quickly popped the pacifier into her mouth. The soothing sensation calmed Jane, and she gazed out the window as the van began to move.
Her mind whirred with thoughts of escape and retrieval. She would have to wait until the next daycare day to finally recover her phone. For now, she was trapped in this weird new reality.