She picks you up and carries you downstairs. You wonder if you can talk. You try.
"What if no one claims me?" you ask, but it comes out as gibberish.
"I told Mom I found you wondering in the stret by yourself. No one will claim you, but I don't know what to do after that. I haven't thought that far. I will, though. I'm the only one who can understand you."
She puts you in a chair and puts a bowl of cereal in front of you. She gets herself a bowl as well.
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