Krystyn smiled warmly at him and patted his head patronizingly, saying, “Oh Dear! It looks like little Andy is going to need changing again, isn’t he? He closed his eyes again, unwilling to look up into the face above him that burned with triumph. Despair filled him as his mind retreated to its darkest cave. Somewhere in the distance, Andrew could hear a baby bawling. The rational part of his mind analyzed the sound and decided that the baby was frightened and angry. He felt himself being picked up and carried up the stairs. Strangely, the baby’s bawls followed him as they left the room and climbed the stairs. Andrew’s felt a wave of sympathetic pity for the baby who was crying its heart out.