Helen eventually does wake up. She immediately closes her eyes again from the glare of ceiling lighting, having expected to have been still within the dark wilderness. Speaking of a light, she recalls having been hit with a beam of light just before she lost consciousness. From her surroundings, she can tell that she has been taken to a hospital. With that in mind, she cannot tell if her experience from that night was a dream or not. She does not even know if it is actually still that night, considering she has, for the moment, lost her track of time.
"Oh, thank goodness," she hears a stranger's voice call out to her direction. Helen flinches a little until she figures that this person must be her physician. "Are you okay, little girl?"
'Wait,' she thinks to herself. 'Little girl? I'm not a little...' She looks onto her hands as she lifts up her arms. Her arms have become much more short and stubby since she last saw them. Even her fingers, which were once dainty and manicured, consist of a surprising amount of baby fat. Not to mention, her whole body feels wrong... familiar... but wrong. She will figure out soon enough that she has been reverted to the age of...
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