Her nightgown and hair bow faded and wore with years, turning a tawny white color, she forgot her name, her parents names, and who she used to be. She sat in the corridor so long she forgot everything. When she talked to herself on the rare occasion, her voice was weak, quiet, and hoarse. She was not hungry nor thirsty or tired anymore, though she did sleep to pass the time. Her mother would come for her, she just must wait. But what she didn't know is that the reason her mother never returned, is because her mother had drowned in a pond. Years went by, decades and centuries, she waited and waited. Her hair grew tangled and long, it didn't shine like it used to, her dress grew yellowed and tattered, and her bow had lost its shine as well. Despite the mirror at the end of the hall, she despised how she looked so she never used it, so she never realized how she slowly began to not appear in the mirror.

But one day, after waiting for her mother for years and years, Two girls came, one seemed to be eleven or twelve, and the other six or seven. She longed to go up to the girls but didn't want to frighten them. After a few minutes of them being there she finally built up the courage to go up to them, but they ran away in fear, so the girl decided to try the next day.