On the playground slide, among all the glass, is a scarred child flopped uselessly on her back. The hand tucked behind her head is all crystal up to her elbow, completely see-through with the bones in her arm and hand revealed. With her normal, fleshy hand, she's poking at her stomach.

It's hard to see it from where she's sprawled out, but it's also crystallized. She mutters to herself, partly disgusted by what she sees and other part fascinated.

"Gross... I wonder if my guts are gonna fall out if the glass breaks."