Isis hid her shock when Lost took her hand in his, linking their fingers together. It was comforting to have someone there to tell her story, and she was glad it was Lost. "Yes." The word came out as a sad sigh. "My sister and I belonged to a little girl. She played with us for many years before she grew too old for us. We were put on a shelf and left there." Isis stopped for a moment, holding back her tears. She did not wish to cry. She wouldn't be able to handle herself if she did, and it wasn't what her sister would want. Isis noticed Selma and Life walk past them, yet it would seem that Lost had missed this. That, or the two brothers were ignoring the other's presence completely. "Calla, my sister, was knocked off the shelf one day. She fell next to a large box full of old toys to be given away. She was placed in the box and taken away. I have not seen her since."