She smiled mischievously, giggling at his response. [b]"I don't know!"[/b] She shouted, smiling for him wildly. [b]"I don't... have one?"[/b] She continued, tilting her head. She was starting to change. It was inevitable. She only retained a few of her emotions as the doll. Most everything else was taken over by the persona. She blinked, looking around. [b]"I... I don't know my name. Where am I?"[/b] She looked around, confused, her smile gone. 

[i]I... where am I? I don't know where I am! Who am I?![/i] 

She turned to look at Booker. [b]"All I know is your name... Booker..."[/b] She explained. She stopped, saying his name again, playing with it, letting it roll off her tongue. She smiled looking back up at him. [b]"It's a nice name. I like it! Booker!"[/b] She told him, her smile growing once again, her problem from before forgotten. She twirled and danced around the room happily, her spirits high again, not a care in the world. 

[i]I feel like I could fly. If I jumped from a high place, would I fall or would I fly?[/i]

She giggled to herself and turned back to look at Booker. She smiled sweetly and walked back over to him. [b]"So... What now?"[/b] She asked, looking around at the abandoned house. [b]"This place is really pretty... It's so broken but... I don't know why. It makes me sad but happy in a way. You know?"[/b] She asked as she walked around, looking at the pictures on the wall. There was one with a man and a doll. She looked at the doll. It seemed very... familiar but she couldn't place how. The man too, looked familiar. [b]"Where are we anyway?"[/b] She asked, looking back at Booker.