Just as you're about to try to climb the skirt on the mother, you feel several pudgy fingers close in around you. You're hoisted into the air and placed on the person's lap. You look up to see that it's the six year old girl again. She secures you in place with her thumb and forefinger, sitting patiently while her mother is on the phone.

"That's it," you say to yourself, as you see the train start to leave the station, and with it, any chance you might have had of restoring yourself back to normal. "My life is over."

The young girl occasionally looks down at you and smiles, happy with the new toy she found.

"Well, she seems nice," you say to yourself. "Maybe living with this girl won't be all bad."

Suddenly, you're brought back to her pocket and shoved inside. Your denim prison encases you in darkness and before long, you find yourself getting tired.

You lean up against the wall of the pocket, prepared to take a nap. Within a few minutes, you're out like a light.

When you awaken, you find yourself...