"A magical key..." Michelle scoffed at the idea, that which was a tad more insulting than talking, floating "stuffies", as Leila would always refer to them. The thought of for some reason never seeing her again almost caused Michelle to break down to her knees, yet it was her daughter's agonizing screams that made her push forward. [i]Or maybe the key is simply on that table...[/i] she rationalized to herself. It seemed that whoever drew up this game had a sick sense of humor; sick enough to make a woman getting off a long and laborious shift stand in still water only high enough to make her day even worse, as if it wasn't already the case. 

"Well, hello dear," Michelle mimicked the voice, exaggerating a polite tone. She was addressing the pink bear as she approached it, a thought which was beyond insane but not without merit given this particular predicament. "Why don't you help me find my little girl, hmm? What do you say?"

Given the hypothetical question was just that, Michelle went ahead and picked up the bear. She eyed the swan momentarily, then pushed forward toward the wooden door. She was ready for whatever happened to be on the other side, or so she'd like to think.