Landing momentarily on her butt, she found she couldn’t move at all. With her hair settling from the fall, Sammie found herself slumped slightly, her cloth arms dangling at her side as her expression took on the look of a simple stuffed toy. She couldn’t help but smile, looking off at nothing as her innocent looking eyes refused to listen to her now. To anyone beside herself, she just seemed like a stuffed doll someone had left on the table. Internally, Sammie was losing it. Despite her smiling exterior she felt like she was about to cry; her own helpless state starting to become too much for her.