(Kinda left this at a funny place jeep. Lemme see if I can at least nudge it along)
Nadine looked down at her dress, both surprised and not to find a plain pink dress, though shorter than her mother had ever dressed her in as a little girl. She opened her mouth to speak, but the woman cut her off.
"And where is your mother little one? Someone your age really shouldn't be by themselves in here."
Nadine shook her head, as the woman spoke she felt more and more afraid. Not just because she was changing, but also a fear that she needed to find someone. Needed to find...her mother?
"She's...still in th' store." Nadine bounced on her toes.
"Well," said the woman, hands on her hips, "I wish you wouldn't be left alone."
