Adelaide finds herself frolicking in a meadow holding a bug net, with grass as large as trees. She looks next to her, and her brother is running alongside her, though not as gracefully. She looks by the river, her best friend is playing in the mud, looking for worms. The breeze blows gently, pushing her hair out of her face. She can smell the earthy scent of the dirt beneath her feet, soft from the dewdops that had settled hours before. She can hear the gentle trickle of the water as it flows as it always has between the rocks.

She looks to her brother once again, noticing he has tumbled to the ground, giggling as butterflies and ladybugs surround him. She giggles and runs to him, trying to catch some of the butterflies that have landed on the grass next to him.