(Out of story note: I thought I'd write my version of this. It is a good idea, and I like it. But the problem is that if she assumes Mikey's life, she's not going to leave. She's going to stay...)
They tracked the baby to a retirement home, where he had taken the place of an old woman. Fortunately, she couldn't move that fast, and they caught her. "Where do we want her to go?" Mikey asked.
"I'm not sure. We can use her to start fixing other people," Sarah mused.
"Well, we can't keep her here forever," Mikey said, as the two surrounded the old woman and kept her from moving.
Suddenly, the woman seemed to change tactics, reaching for Mikey and pulling at his shirt, and getting it off him. Suddenly, Mikey stopped resisting, eyes going glassy.
Sarah tried to stop her, but she got pushed to the ground by what seemed to be superhuman strength from the frail old thing, stunned. She pulled on Mikey's shirt, and, like some bizarre mugger, took his socks, shoes, pants, and underwear, and putting it on.
Mikey suddenly rounded on Sarah like a feral animal. Sarah suddenly blacked out.
The old woman blinked suddenly. "Mikey, are you all right?" She asked to the boy wearing the black skirt and top.
Mikey felt dizzy. He put his hand to his head. They'd failed. "Let's go home," he said.
