1. The clothes on her back!
2. Her earring.
3. A set of throwing knives.

She used to be in Haven! I can also provide a new one if need be ;u;

[and suddenly, distress on the network! have a panicked and tearful girl shoving her face on-screen, haven.]

It stopped!

[the most distress, guys. abruptly, the face is replaced with what appears to be a small girls’ hand. Within, there appears to be a laser-pointer, dirty and worn from disuse. it rolls between fingers, almost despondent. reiteration--] It stopped! The light stopped!

[this is almost said with heartbreak. anguish, in the only way a child can portray it.] I think I broke it!

But I was only playing with it! I didn’t mean to… I was only playing with it just a little bit. I didn’t even smash it! I was really careful! And then it just stopped!

[here’s the sudden realization--]

… But if it’s broken, then I can’t play with it anymore, so--!

I need to find a fixer who can fix things! There has to be someone like that, right? -- Mister Fixer, I’ll be really good, so please come and help me, okay?

She walked alone, sometimes. Sometimes, she didn’t. Sometimes, there was a large black dog by her side, whom she sometimes threw balls for so he could fetch them back and pretend to wag his tail and she would laugh because it was fun. Well, fun to her, anyway. Bandersnatch never complained, so she figured that it must be fun to him as well, only in a different sense of the word. He was a Chain, after all, and Chains probably had different ideas for fun, but the general ideas must be the same. Fun was fun, no matter how you cut it, and so he must too be having fun, and she could enjoy that.

The place was a weird place, she had to admit. It was full of nice people, though, people willing to be her friends – people willing to lend a hand when she asked for it, and people who laughed and cried and lived and died – and she could really appreciate that. Especially the games. There were people here who would play with her, and she was looking forward to playing with them again. She wondered if there were any who would play with knives with her. Vincent did, but Vincent liked to flick things on her forehead, and Fang wasn’t here to hold her up on his shoulders and keep her out of the way of flying chess pieces.

She wanted to be held up on someone’s shoulders again.

It was hard, missing her other friends – but she couldn’t be gloomy here! After all, this had to be a part of Glen’s scenario, and she must have fun while she’s at it. And so, she must make more friends and find a way back so she can tell Fang and Doug and Lottie all about her fun adventures here. And to be able to do that, she must have fun adventures.

And so she walked alone in search of someone else to walk with, for all adventures must start with two.

After all, it was just like a fairy tale, wasn’t it?