Hush, hush little baby, they will spot us. Oh, how do babies shut up? I already tried every lullaby I know. I hope none hear us near here. Mist will come, mist will go and then we will be away. You for good, little baby. Foxes in the forests might raise you as one of their own. Lots of things for you to learn there.

I must find a good lie for that tailor too. Personally, I wouldn't be very upset for not having that screaming thing near me. Perhaps, she'll even thank me for that.

A helping hand would be convenient in times like these. But who to trust? Everyone has lost their minds in this place.