"I didn't leave it lying around. Sitting, I think. Maybe it's in the fun house; I think I remember propping it behind the revolving mirror before I came out here." He frowned, trying to remember. It was difficult to hold onto things sometimes; lately, he'd been struggling to remember what his family had looked like.
"Can you change color?" he asked, suddenly. "My sister had this mermaid doll--I know, I know, not a mermaid--that changed color when you put it in the bath, growing up. I think it sang too. Do you sing?"