Thomas realized that his worst fears had come true. He had regressed during the night into a baby. An anguished sob escaped his lips and he began to beat on the crib bars with his tiny fists in frustration. The sobs grew into a infant’s wail of despair as he realized he had completed his transition into babyhood. There was no escaping the fate caused by the ignorant, if loving act of his mother. He’d be a baby for the next ten years. He fell back in the crib and rolled over on his belly, beating his fists on the mattress in frustration. Presently he gave up to lay motionless in the crib, closing his eyes as he mewled in despondent defeat, hoping to shut out the reality of his helpless condition. Presently, he heard the door open as his mother walked in.