#anywhere

He blinks, and shakes his head. "I don't remember taking that picture."

Brady frowns, glancing at the screen, and then says to Lori in a low voice, "He may have taken a picture of one of the other families in delivery. Miss Lori, please. I'm not sure what you're getting at, but this family needs room to grieve. This isn't a TV drama. Babies don't get lost. I can assure you that every single infant in this facility is properly accounted for, ankle-tagged and foot printed. If there was an extra babe, we would know it."

The nurse sounds sincere.

Bluebell is waiting quietly near the door. Her ears are drooped, and harder to see now. She says, "Every little last bundle counted up and in a row."

"You're telling me," She looks at the nurse "That he both lost his own baby, and took a picture of another baby... same day? Same hour. Same .. minute?" A shake of her head "No. Nurse Brady may I suggest you get the Doctor who handled this here right away because you've got a legal situation on your hand that is just going to steam roll" A look to Greg "Greg... I need you to try to remember and when you find gaps, tell me when they start and stop"

"I'm sorry, Miss Lori, but we're going to need to ask you to leave. If you'd like to, you can call in and speak to the front office to request a consult with Dr. Maheswaran, but as you're not a patient here, HIPPAA laws will prevent most information from being dispensed. We make allowances for your grief, but we cannot have you disturbing the patients." Brady has tapped a couple call buttons that now are flashing.

Greg is rubbing at his forehead. "I'm sorry, Lavender, I appreciate the visit. We - my wife and I, we need to go home."

Bluebell gives a glance out the door and looks to Dee, a pleading expression on her face. Her whiskers are no longer visible. "They will call the hounds?"

"FIne, we're leaving" She forwards the picture to her phone then hands his back

And grabs the rabbit fading and takes her away

As they make their way out, Bluebell pauses suddenly, and turns to look towards a room - Henderson, that's the name of the new mom they had inadvertently insulted earlier. But there is conversation from within, the door is cracked.

"Thank you so much, Doctor M." "Yes, thank you!"
"Only doing my job. Now you buzz the nurse if little Gina doesn't keep latching, okay? Mom's milk is best, especially the first few days, but if you can't get her to drink, formula is perfectly healthy and is better than a hungry baby. No boob-shaming here." Soft laughter from the mom.

As they hesitate in the hallway, a lady doctor who looks to be of Indian or south Asian descent steps out, going through a chart.

She stops and looks at the baby , little 'Gina'

Dee can catch a glimpse of the babe through the door. They all kinda look the same, though, at this age.

Dr. M - M for Maheswaran though that's a mouthful, Priyanka Maheswaran is the name on her tag - almost runs into them - or maybe that was Bluebell, accidentally almost tripping the doctor.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Dr. M says in surprise as she stumbles. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

"Dr. Maheswaran... the smith's baby, was it a boy or a girl?"

Desperate to get sOMEONE who remembers the kid

As Bluebell trips and stumbles comically, making papers fly, she blows a kiss over over to Dee, and the glamour splashes over her, and Dee finds her skin turning darker, her hair kinked and curly.

She helps the Doctor get her papers back in hand, then gestures behind them to Dee. "Doctor, doctor? My good friend Jan. She had some questions for you."

Dr. M turns, and eyes widen. "Should you be out of bed so soon, Mrs. Smith? You should have had us call you a wheelchair if you want a little fresh air."

Bluebell looks faded now, down to her dregs of glamour, but she gives a smirk over to Dee in satisfaction none-the-less. She'll need to sleep this one off by the bale...

SHe takes off the lori tag for a start

"Where is my baby?" As it takes a moment for her to realize who she looks like now

Dr. M gives her a quizzical look, then... oh, there's that blank expression again. Something missing.

It occurs to Dee... Spriggans love the chaos, the disarray, the fear and worry they sow in the wake of a missing child. Whoever took this, was careful, surgical nearly, very meticulous in covering their tracks...

It does not have the stink of a spriggan about it.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith. You can speak to the counselors..." The same platitudes that the nurse offered earlier.

"Restore all lost memories!" She calls out and Unleashes! heatherbalm.. not the wounds on the body but the holes in memory!

Glamour sputters at first, trickling and gasping as it tries to get a foothold in the Autumn world, in a banal place. Dame Lavender D'Lorean though is not ASKING, but demanding, and Fate in turn turns her into a conduit to flow forth!

It can't make it very far due to the banality, but the glamour washes over the doctor, and Bluebell, and a few nearby rooms.

An Elderly man suddenly remembers who the people are who are visiting him, as the damage from Alzheimers fades.

A resident at the front desk studying for an exam suddenly remembers the answers to the tricky questions!

Bluebell perks up, her ears flicking upright as she drinks in the glamour, remembering herself!

And Dr Maheswaran gives Dee a started look!

"I remember! Your baby, sweet little girl, and a set of LUNGS on her. Then he showed up... you knew him, he looked very similar to you. Tall, slender, dark skin, deep eyes... he asked to hold her, and then... "

A hand goes to her forehead, as the unleashing fades. A hole in memory is not truly an injury... it may need unweaving and gremayre, or perhaps time... but for a moment there, she remembered what was lost.