Isis looked at the pictures, smiling at the sight of a younger Mother. She seemed so happy as a child, nothing had really seemed to change other than the wrinkles she had gotten in her old age. Isis felt a longing to see those places for herself, yet it was impossible to leave the yard. If so she would never be alive again. So, Isis settled for imagining what those foreign places would be like. Isis took care to look at each of the dolls that were in the pictures. There was one in particular that looked familiar to her. Once they had finished looking at the pictures, Isis flipped back to the middle of the book to lookat the doll once more. "Calla..." The doll there in the picture looked like Calla. The dool seemed to be wearing something that looked similar to Isis herself, yet the other doll had a slightly different hair color and rust colored eyes.

((Here's a look at Calla. The other half))