While Daryl's off, Annie's paging through her book, looking for information on fae that prefer children, or home settings. When nothing seems to really stick out at her, she looks over her shoulder through the window of the little house again. There's something about that place...

"Daryl?" She calls, hoping he can hear her. "I'm going to look inside the play house." Cautiously, she pulls open the door, even at her 5 feet nothing height, crouching to get a better look inside.