Scott holds on for dear life as the titanic girl grabs the bear and picks it up as if it was nothing. He's not even sure how old she is -- all he knows is that he's rocketing up toward a mass of fabric, and now he's suddenly colliding with it.
The bear springs back just a bit, and Scott loses his grip. Throwing his hands out, he grasps at anything he can get his hands on; mercifully, he manages to grab on to the pink canopy that fills his vision. He clings tightly to it as the giant girl walks to wherever she's going.
He continues to cling, staring up at her; she isn't a toddler, and she isn't a teen, but beyond that he's not sure how old she is. It occurs to him that she could be going almost anywhere. He doesn't know where he is or what time it is; the light seems a bit dim but that could just be his imagination. All he knows is that he and the bear are going wherever the girl takes them.
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