A doll in complete darkness.
Its buried. Under what, it doesn't want to think about.
It's read stories about this situation before.
It doesn't want to think too hard about those stories either.
It just wishes it could've seen its witch one last time.
Light.
And, all at once, its witch tears through the trash burying it.
She's enveloped in a protective veil that sloughs off the trash -
She hugs the doll to her, the veil cleaning it as it passes through.
"I'm so sorry, gods I'm so sorry! My ex wouldn't tell me where they put you. I didn't know they had thrown you away!"
She cries into its stained outfit.
All it can think about is how, if it's still stained, how badly it must smell.
It was buried in a landfill after all.
"I love you, doll, I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry...!"
It's still far away.
But it's happy it can see its witch again.