"What's your name?" He was asking.
"Um... M-My name is...um..."
He scrunched his eyebrows together, clearly confused by her answer.
"You can't remember your name? This is a most unusual occurrence. Where I come from, no one ever forgets their name. Perhaps I could help you to remember?"
"Oh... Well... Okay." She said, feeling incredibly dumb, even with the brain Dr. Finklestein had given her.
"Is it... Cindy?"
She shook her head and giggled. What kind of name is Cindy for a rag doll?
"No? How about Margaret?"
Again she shook her head.
"Hmm... This is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated." Deco said.
A familiar warmth filled her rag doll heart as she looked into his eyes; his smile threatening to send her tumbling to the ground.
And then it happened...
"Whoa!" she said, starting to sway back and forth. The next thing she knew, she landed hard on the ground; her limbs breaking away from her body.
Deco gasped in horror. "Oh my! What's happened? What have I done?"
"SALLY!"
She looked up, noticing the long legs that ran toward her.
"Jack!"
He rushed to her side and began picking up the cotton limbs that were scattered around the ground.
"Are you okay?"
She sat up, desperately looking for her hand to put on her aching head. "I-I think so."
"What happened?"
"I-I fell."
He looked at her with such concern that she smiled.
"Oh Sally, I'm so sorry! Let me help you."
He eased her to a sitting position and gathered her limbs, putting them into a neat pile next to her.
"Needle and thread?"
"In my pocket." She said, guiding him to the items with a nod of her head.
He reached into her pocket and pulled out the needle, holding it against the dreary sky.
"Ah! Here we are!"
"Thank you, Jack." She said, taking the needle and thread from him. Within seconds she had stitched herself back together and stood on her feet.
Suddenly she looked around, almost frantic. "Where is he?"
"Who?"
"Deco. He was right here and now..."
Jack's eyes narrowed. "Who's Deco?"
"Oh... just someone I met."
"Ah... well as long as he's good at scaring people. We could use a fresh batch of screams on Halloween. Why I was just telling the mayor-."
But Sally wasn't listening. Her eyes were transfixed on the handsome yellow fellow with the shiny black eyes.