Little Lotté found herself feeling more alone than when she did before.
Sitting in a small dark room, lighted by a single desk lamp, she became aware of chill within her. Not quite the person she was before, but no where near the person she had hoped to be, she let a sigh escape her lips. Standing up from the desk she looked around the room, one last time, at the comfort that she hid behind, Lotté opened the door and decided: "Pick up your feet, Lotté. It's time to grow up and move."