This can’t be happening, Vicky said to herself. It’s impossible! I must be dreaming. But it wasn’t vague like a dream. Everything was horribly clear, and all the details were perfect. She tried to fight a growing panic, which was only made worse by the deep void just ahead of her.
Behind her, the music stopped with a sudden crash and she spun around. Beside the music box stood the aunt doll, taller than Vicky now. In the abrupt silence, Vicky simply stared at her without speaking.
“Aha,” said the aunt doll softly, her smiling mouth not moving at all. “You are small and helpless now, I see.”