Izzie slipped through the dangling shirts and giggled to herself. Beside her, someone moved.
“Oh!” said Izzie. “Are you hiding, too?”
“Yes. I must hide from Mother. She will be frightfully cross with me if she finds me,” said a small voice.
Something sounded strange to Izzie. She peered down. There was a shoe visible, polished black with a buckle.
“How long have you been hiding?” asked Izzie.
“I know not. A long, long time, I think.” There was a cold breeze.
Izzie looked out again. Suddenly, the department store seemed very far away indeed.