The girl smiled.  It was an innocent enough smile.  She climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged.  Picking Sarah up, she sat the older, yet smaller woman in her lap.<br/><br/>Sitting her upright, the girl grabbed a toy comb.  It was a clumsy, pink plastic comb that was suitable enough for a doll.  On an actual person, though, it was uncomfortable and ungainly.  But the girl ran it through Sarah's hair anyway, her fingers holding on to Sarah's locks like she were just another doll to play with.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about that mean lady.  You're with me now, and I'll keep you safe.  I'll lock you up where nobody can get to you.<br/><br/>"But first we have a little bit of time to ourselves.  Let's comb your hair first.  Then we can play 'princess' for a while.  I'll have to go eat soon, but I have a little playtime left."