Teddy was red-faced and screaming, held by a harried-looking woman with faded-pink hair and a light sheen of sweat clinging to her face. She paced back and forth as she clutched Teddy like a heavy, writhing sack of grain. Her arms were stiff and awkward around his little body, as though unsure how to hold him properly. In fact, she was holding him a little sideways, with his legs dangling weirdly. He looked incredibly uncomfortable, as though he might slip onto the floor at any moment. His blonde curls were sweaty and clinging to his forehead and neck, and a strip of pink puke was streaked across his chin and pajama shirt.