Sun sat staring at Harriette's empty bed. It was late at night, and the daycare was closed. Technically he was supposed to clean. He couldn't really bring himself to do it though. Harriette's plushies of him and Moon sat alone and as forlorn as their real world counterparts. Harriette had finally had the courage to leave them behind, and now she was gone. She'd never hold them again. Sun would never hear her talk about spiders. He'd never hold her hands. Hug her. Moon was just as silently lost.

"It's not fair!" Sun said.

Our little girl is gone, and there's nothing we can do, Moon said back. They couldn't even properly comfort each other.