After departing the big, gray room, the purple leopard suitcase had traveled from place to place for what felt like an interminably long time in a plastic container with a bunch of other suitcases. The wheels churned underneath as the driver drove, and it seemed this was simply the suitcase’s life now, on the move forever but never getting anywhere at all. The only thing to do, it seemed, was accept it.
But then the truck had stopped, and a human had lifted the plastic container out, and removed several of the suitcases. They were put in a large cardboard box and stored in a smaller gray room. Another human picked them up and put them in the back of another vehicle and toted them to a building where they were placed on a high shelf in a stockroom, along with many other items. The suitcases waited some more in this new place. And waited. Until a boy had reached up high for them and brought them to the floor, and a girl had opened the box and lifted the suitcase out, and another girl had given—her—a name. Daphne.