She did not know how to tell him; how to explain what she had seen when she had opened the pantry door and entered another world. She tried, many, many times, agonizing over how distressed he was, feeling terrible for having had the time of her life while he thought she was kidnapped.

But he would never listen, and if he ever asked questions he never stayed long enough to hear her answers. As the months passed, she felt herself shrinking in her own house, becoming one with the floors and walls, watching him as he went about his chaotic, self-absorbed life, dreaming of forests and new friends and wild adventures.

She grows tired of opening the pantry door and hoping, against all reason, to be "kidnapped" again. So tired, in fact, that she decides to pack her bags and kidnap herself.