[there's what appears to be a very young child tramping through the grass near the edge of the forest, still in her white arrival gown. Except something isn't quite right: first of all, she's wobbling like a baby taking its first steps. Second, her body looks almost like a doll's and not a human's, ball-joints and all. Third, she's muttering to herself with the kind of self-awareness and vocabulary most five-year-olds don't possess. It's a little amusing, in fact, to hear such a small high-pitched voice uttering those words.]

This is--completely preposterous. To take me away from him at such a time and return me to this body--it was destroyed! Who would do such a thing, and for what purpose--

[she stops as a cat approaches, glaring a little as if it's offended her. She ignores the scroll it offers and tries to continue, trying to shoo it away as it comes closer.]

I have no time for the likes of you, begone. [instead of obeying, the cat decides to rub up against her legs, and she falls over with a yelp.]

Desist, you insolent creature!