You were on the floor, surrounded by dolls, with a strange feeling you couldn't quite place. Something in your mind told you you should be doing something else, something more important, but you couldn't remember what it was. You looked around, confused, until your eyes met Scarlett's, who was watching you from the doorway.

You felt something was off, but when she approached, a strange calm came over you.

"Scarlett?"you asked, feeling small, as if you weren't fully in the present.

She smiled softly and knelt in front of you.

"Yes, it's me,"she said, her voice full of tenderness, as always.

You felt a weight on your chest, and without being able to help it, you looked at her as if she were the only one who could give you answers. And, in a way, you knew it was.

With a warm hand, Scarlett stroked your head, and everything felt a little more secure. She wrapped her arms around you, and you felt the confusion fade for a moment.

"Come on, why don't we pick up these toys?"she suggested, as if nothing were out of place. The way she said it made you feel like everything was okay, even though you couldn't understand why you were playing with dolls again.

You nodded without thinking twice and began picking up the dolls, letting Scarlett guide you. You felt her constant presence, like she was an anchor in the chaos that was your mind.

"Afterward, we'll have some hot chocolate, shall we?"she said, just as calmly, as if time didn't matter.