Isis was glad that Lost had pulled her to him. She sighed in relief and hugged him lightly before watching the pale doll walk away. Lost was right. This was an adventure. His excitement seemed to be rubbing off on her, for she too was getting excited. She never thought she would ever be on the other side of the border. So Mother had brought other dolls to life too, which made sense seeing as there were many dolls in those pictures they had looked at. "I see." She said, nodded quickly as they followed Zarrah. Isis took in Lost's appearence. He seemed like a shadow moving along beside her. He was the opposite from Zarrah, for she was so pale it looked as though her skin glowed. Isis was a little warry of her surroundings, not liking the fact that it looked like a scene from a movie where the kids go into the forest and only one makes it back out alive. She shivered at this thought then shook it from her mind. She had to focus on the task at hand, saving Mother.