Babysitter Surprise

"P-Puh-Pooie...," was the only word Anne's mouth could manage before the tears building in her eyes began to flow and she naturally started to scream -- it wasn't something she wanted to do, could help, or was not completely embarrassed about, but she kept right on screaming her lungs out.

"Aw, poor baby..."

A hereinto unknown grown-up's voice was heard as the little Wotch cried her little heart out. Somehow just knowing there was a big person nearby just encouraged Anne to cry all the harder though, and she promptly rose the pitch and volume to one of greater urgency. When she heard footsteps and a shadow fell over her, she gave a sniffle to look up at her savior.

..... Miranda? The woman looked ten years younger and her hair was a lighter shade of brown, with a much trendier haircut, but the little infant just sat blinking at her as she was picked up from her crib.