You slowly blink your eyes as you come out of the nap time induced fog, a nap time you swore you didn’t need even after a very busy and fun morning in the nursery gym. Climbing all those soft foam structures takes a lot out of a person, and despite protests, it didn’t take much to send you off to dreamland on your nap time mat with the rest of your fellow vacationers.

But the mat is not where you wake up. Rubbing your eyes does nothing to erase the scene of bars up and around you, and from the squawking and raised voices, you’re not alone in your confusion. You’ve woken up in a crib, and you did not expect to. Which is odd, since you came to this resort SPECIFICALLY to re-enjoy the fun and exuberance of your very early days, but we digress.

Standing on shaky legs (the mattress below you is very squishy and hard to balance on) you see that there are at least four other cribs in the room, each containing two of your compatriots, others who had signed up for a RejuVacation. You haven’t had a lot of time to get to know them, but you’ve always been quick at making friends and the shared embarrassment and wonder of being two and a half again made for lovely ice breakers. You yourself are not alone in the crib, though the friend you convinced to come with you on this trip remains asleep, snoring loudly as they perhaps dreamed of rainbows and juice boxes.

A tv you had not noticed previously flares to life with a jolt, startling the remaining slumberers to wakefulness. A woman with a wide brimmed hat leers down at the assembled toddlers.

“Finally awake, I see,” she cackles theatrically. “Well, I’m sure you have plenty of questions. Hopefully this will teach you meddling agents to stay out of the affairs of WITCHES! As you can see, I’ve turned you into the naughty babies you ought to be, and in exactly one hour’s time, you’ll forget you ever were a bunch of crime fighting adults. I’ve already got a whole bunch of prospective parents just WAITING to adopt you! So hold tight, don’t go anywhere and we’ll be right along!”

The tv turns her image into a giant cartoon clock, counting down from an hour. There is no panic in the room, you all signed up for the RejuVacations escape room experience, but it was jarring to have it start so soon after a nap time.

There is a crack of static and a a previously ignored stuff animal begins talking in a distinctly electronic voice.

“It’s too late for me, but together we’ll get you out and stop that no good witch. I trust your smarts and ingenuity, but If you need a hint, please press my paw and I’ll be happy to help any way that I can. Now hurry! Times a-ticking and that bolt over in the corner of the crib ain’t gonna loosen itself!