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No-one notices if the homeless go missing. No fetch left. A pair of hands grab the cold and shivering girl from under the blanket and then she’s gone. A new world. Changed.

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Lucinda puts the baby into her shoulder sling and places the bundle of twigs into the crib. The baby is sleeping soundly and she always thinks they’re so cute with their little fingers and little toes. She looks at the pink breathing thing in the sling and can’t see the similarity herself, fetches are just that bit cuter. A voice from behind her speaks.
“What are you doing?” She turns and sees a small girl standing there, a memory tugs at her mind. The small girl reminds her of someone. “Are you a faerie? is that a changeling?” The small girl seems curious. She moves over to the baby in the sling. “the one you’ve just put in looks nothing like my brother”
A baby brother, a younger sister, what is she doing? she looks at the bundle in the crib. This stops now and she kills the fetch. The bits break and the baby cries in the sling. She places the small baby back into the crib as voices can be heard in the hall way. She strokes the small girls cheek and goes back out the window.

Now what.