Anne had spent her formative years as a teenager helping care for her brother, Daniel, who was still in nappies, used a dummy and a baby bottle and was in so many ways, just like a real baby in a young man's body.  And then he died. Anne was devastated in more ways than one. She had done more than simply care for him. She had mothered him, and his death took away her... baby. Decades later, Anne had built a complete nursery made not for a regular infant, but for a Daniel-like baby, a young man who was also still in nappies and wanting to live as a baby. The years went by as she went to the park to watch the ducks and those who walked by. And then came Tom. His gait told her what her keen eye realised. He was wearing nappies.