I am in a hospital studying with others and we are between classes.  I'm talking with two people and one of them confesses that he has a crush on me but I explain it's impossible.  After all, I am married but we agree to be friends. Someone shortly thereafter says something about my being the star pupil, which I deny.  I am walking away, to step outside for a breath of fresh air, when I see a man and his three boys; one barely a toddler is sitting on the floor playing with a doll.  The father tells one of the older boys to hit the smaller one and he does, right in the groin.  The father and older boys laugh as the toddler starts bawling when the middle child repeats what the older boy did.  The toddler lets out a cry that is practically inhuman, heartbreaking. I snatch up the child and rush with him in my arms, wrapped in brown paper, and we go to the nurse's station where I demand help, afraid the father will come after me and demand his child back.  At first, everyone listens and rushes to fetch a doctor.  However, I soon realize that nobody is paying me any heed as I still carry the child who seems to have fallen asleep.  After a long while, I begin worrying that the child may be unconscious, or worse.  I can feel a wetness soaking through the wrapping paper and I realize that I need to change the child's diaper.  I begin to change him and am relieved when I don't see any blood in the soaking diaper and a nurse hands me a diaper.  The child, however, afraid of what is happening, slips away just as I notice that he is actually a girl.  I try to find her, hiding among some dolls and other toys.  I can't find her when the father returns, accusing me of kidnapping.  I'm desperately seeking when the child leaps out, but the child is now a fluffy white dog, a soft puff-ball of playfulness.