Are You a Good Witch, or Bad Witch?
There was a little girl wandering the halls of the crew quarters, very, very carefully. She knew where she was, at least, but there were things she couldn't make heads or tails of. None of the clothing in her drawers at fit, and the alien dog that had been in the room with her had nearly licked her face off (and then started in on a pile of books she was pretty sure she should be unhappy about him chewing on). So, the little girl had left the room that was obviously not hers and started looking for someone, or something, familiar.
For instance: where were her parents? Not the ones she was calling Mommy and Daddy, but her real parents. She peeked around hallways and slipped past doors on tiny feet.
"Mommy? Mommy, where are you?" When Annette didn't immediately reveal herself, Sherry felt her lips quiver. "Mommy? Mooooooooooommy." Sherry snuffled and shuffled her feet. Well, if Annette wasn't going to come rushing around a corner to find her, then she'd just have to go find her other mother.
"Other Mommy! Claire!"