The doll would almost seem to look at her with knowing understanding. As if he could really understand and process what she was saying. She however was soon driving and probably missed the slight sparkle in his eyes that showed he had acknowledged her statement. He flew into her when the car took a quick turn. Thinking to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">She is one scary driver. I hope this is the end of the road. I don't feel like hitting the other side of the car. Not that I have much choice given the time of day.</span>He said in his head.<br/><br/>Not that it would matter if he wasn't. She could still pick him up even after night and hurl him across the room. Damn did that ever hurt. He remembered the LAST time that happened. Little girl of five threw him across the room during a tantrum. That thud echoed in his head all night long. He watched her stop the car. Watching her grab him up.<span style="font-style: italic">Here goes nothing. Lets see our new surroundings shall we?</span>He said again in his head. He was carried quite nonchalantly into a building. So that was her mother. Hmm...she looked awfully familiar to him. Why was that?<br/><br/>He couldn't figure it out. She put him on her desk chair and now he was eye to eye with the edge of the desk. How wonderful. He was wondering that same thing in a reverse scenario. About what she was going to do with him.<span style="font-style: italic">A bath??? What the hell?! Damn and...wait! He could feel the ability to move again!</span>Maybe he could get away. He heard the water running in the bath tub. Soon he was able to move. He climbed down out of the chair and ran around. Trying to figure out this room. So different from the old rooms of the home he had lived in. He heard footsteps and stopped in the dead center of the room. Laying on the ground motionless. Hoping he hadn't been seen. In all the hundreds of years he had never once been caught.