The claw landed slightly off to the side of the boy. Only a single thin metallic arm touched him. The three prongs slowly closed in on each other, gently pulling him to the center.

Pitou bit her lip nervous. They were worried about what would happen if this doesn't work. Will she end up in the machine with him?

The claw began to lift up with the small plush boy precariously balanced within it. If you can wrap your little arms on it, hang on tight.