Isis jumped in surprise. She hadn't noticed the other doll sitting near the door. He had scared the words right out of her. She stopped in her tracks and looked down at the floor to where the little critter was and stepped to the side. She wasn't a fan of bugs, but she wouldn't kill one just because.

She glanced back to the dol and looked at him curiously. He was different, certainly not like the others. He didn't seem to talk much, or at least the sound of his voice told her that. Wait, this was the one Mother told her about. She had told her about all the dolls, but she said this one was a little different. Lost was his name, if she remembered correctly.

He didn't seem to want to talk, and quite frankly, neither did Isis, so she nodded once and continued on her way throughout the kitchen. None ofthe other dolls had tried to talk to her yet. Lost had been the first one to actually say anything to her, even if it had been a very strange one-sided conversation.