Waking up after the strange events of the night before, the first thing Clara does is run frantically to Uncle Drosselmeir's workshop.
	Uncle Drosselmeir, it seems, has been expecting her.
	After she's let in, the confused and distraught Clara begs Uncle Drosselmeir to tell her truth. Was it a story, or was it real?
	At that moment, a young boy carrying one of Uncle Drosselmeir's heavy clocks unexpectedly enters the room.
	Clara starts in surprise. Who is it?
	The boy turns. He looks remarkably familiar.
	Clara stares. It couldn't be... could it?
	Uncle Drosselmeir helpfully introduces him before leaving. "I'd like you to meet my nephew, Hans."
	The boy approaches Clara, who doesn't know what to believe. And then he says, "Hello... Clara."
	Yes, she would know that voice anywhere. And so she answers, "Hello... Nutcracker."

This is the kind of scene that leaves me breathless. The delicate music in the background, the pacing, the sheer hopefulness, and the final slow recognition in Clara's eyes when she realises that she didn't lose her Nutcracker after all, it makes it truly goosebump-worthy.