[twenty three] I clicked my heels together three times, but it didn't take me home...

[goodgrasshopper]

[A little bit of fumbling, then the screen flicks on to reveal a six or seven year old girl with wide blue eyes and curly blonde hair.  Meet Molly, pre-tattoos, pre-piercings, and she is completely terrified.]My bedroom is arranged all funny, and it doesn't open out into the right hallway.  Papa?  Mama?  Where are you?  And why did you leave me

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[notarrowette]

That's not a baby monitor! It's like a phone but with pictures, see? [Have a friendly seven/eight year old Cissie waving at you, Molly.] We're not at home. Someone said it's magic that brought us here, and someone else said it's time travel. I can't find my mom either, though.

[goodgrasshopper]

[WIDE, WIDE EYES.]

Ooh. I've never seen a phone like this.

...I guess we weren't kidnapped if we're allowed to have phone, right?

[notarrowette]

Me either! But it's kind of cool.

[PAUSE. HUH, GOOD POINT!] I guess not! I don't know if we can call home with them, though. I don't really know how they work.

[goodgrasshopper]

I don't either. [froooooown] There's a keyboard, and the numbers don't look like they do on a phone.

[thegooddrjones]

Do you have a baby brother too! I do!

[goodgrasshopper]

I have two. Daniel's three, so he's not really a baby anymore. Matthew's the little guy. He's only a few months old.

[thegooddrjones]

Wow. I have a brother and a sister. He just turned four.

[goodgrasshopper]

How old is your sister? I wish I had a sister...

[ihavettk]

Do you need help? I can help you. I'm Superman. It's gonna be okay.

[Says the five year old.]

[goodgrasshopper]

You're Superman? Really? [WIDE EYED SURPRISE.] I didn't know Superman was a kid.

[ihavettk]

I'm his clone. Cause he's dead.

[goodgrasshopper]

You're... Superman's clone? Is that like his kid? What happened to him?