The mother stands there for several heartbeats more, her mouth agape as her brain tries to process this.  She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.  She opens her eyes once more, looking to her daughter's doll and expecting it to be little more than plastic, rubber, and a temporary stress-induced hallucination.<br/><br/>But as her eyes settle on Sarah, she sees exactly what she saw before.  She can't entirely rationalize things, but she at least seems to accept that this is true.<br/><br/>"Umm...OK.  Hospital.  Right"<br/><br/>She wanders off into another room.  As she leaves, her eyes seem fixed off into the distance.  It is as if she is in a daze.<br/><br/>"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"<br/><br/>This exclamation comes from a twelve year old boy, standing in the entryway to the kitchen.  There is a look of disbelief on his face, but not quite like that of his mother.  Whereas her expression conveyed a genuine sense of one who does not believe her eyes, he sports a look that says he cannot believe his luck.<br/><br/>His face breaks into an instant grin.  His arms raise, hands extending outward as he reaches for the naked, miniature woman.