The woman strolls the little girl over the threshold of the store. There are dolls and costumes, and Disney toys everywhere! Slowly they walk the isles admiring this character or that not giving too much attention to where they are going.
“can I help you find something?” asks a helpful sales woman.
“No thank you, we’re just looking.” the woman replies with a polite smile. And they continue on down the twisting path though the store.
They stop a couple of times and the woman hands the child a doll or toy but each one is politely handed back. The little girl has grown quiet, and while interested in looking at what is around her she doesn’t want to touch anything. This behavior while a little odd is not worrying to the woman, she knows the little girl is naturally mild mannered.
About half way though the store the woman and little girl are at the back admiring random stuffed movie characters when the woman checks her watch. Five hours! She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it felt like only twenty minutes. Panicked she looks up searching for a sales person to confirm the time with. No one is there.
Puzzled the two rush to the entrance of the store only to find a heavily wooded forest staring back at them.
“This isn’t real. I’m in the Mall of America not a forest.” the woman proclaims trying to make the trees go away with reason.
“But it is real” says a voice behind her.
She turns quickly to see that the whole store has been replaced by these woods and they are empty of anyone who could speak to her. She stares a moment in disbelief. Then remember the voice.
“Who’s there!” she calls, nervousness apparent in her voice. “And where are we?”
“Don’t you mean where are you?” the voice replies quizzically
“What?” she says. Then her eyes widen as it comes to her and she whips the stroller around to see that it’s empty.
“Where is she!?” the woman cries to the disembodied voice.
“The princess? Why she has been taken to her tower. A new story is about to begin.”
“You can’t do this! She is just a baby, tell me where she is!” the woman desperately pleaded to forest.
“How do you think these things begin my dear? All stories are woven from reality and she is the seed to a new story. If you wish to find her well then, that is your adventure.”