The wind died down, but not before it could blow leaves off of a pile, revealing a sleeping little girl. Her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders messily.

She looked no older than five. Her little green eyes fluttered open.

She sat up and yawned. She was dressed in boys clothes and you could barely tell she was a girl.

But there was no denying it.

Eliza was back, and she didn't remember anything.