Rick sighed, watching his daughter search intently for that black case. He knew Lisa wouldn't find it. And the more he watched her try, the more it pained him. But he promised that he'd let her look. And so he did ... all the way to the Williams house.
"Hold still," Sydney told Susanne, who was tied to a chair. "This will be over momentarily."
What will be over momentarily? Susanne thought. What's this weirdo going to do to me? She watched as the gothic girl grabbed an ugly bronze medallion and placed it around her neck. Then she raised part of her gothic dress and touched the medallion with it. What exactly was she up to? Susanne didn't have a lot of time to wonder, though. Just seconds after Sydney touched the medallion to her dress, Susanne began to change. The ropes holding her body to the chair seemed to loosen a bit, but it was only because Susanne was getting smaller. What was happening? She looked down at herself in shock as she watched herself get younger and younger, and watched her skin get paler and paler. The hair hanging from her head (of what she could see) also changed, becoming jet black in color.
Then she realized what was happening. As bizarre as it sounded, she was becoming this Sydney girl. Her eyes went wide at the thought of the girl breaking into her house the previous night. Maybe that really was her daughter, changed by this weirdo girl standing before her. The girl had called her "Mom". That was Lisa! Oh god, what did this weirdo bitch do to her?!
"And ... done," Sydney said, with a smile. "Now you look just like Sydney, minus the clothes, of course." She removed the medallion from Susanne's neck, then placed it into a nearby black case. She then turned back around and faced the new gothic teenager. "One more thing left. You need Sydney's mind."
"Sydney's mind?" Susanne asked, shocked at the concept of it (and also shocked at the sound her voice, which perfectly matched that of the girl standing before her). It was bad enough that she had this girl's body. But to have her mind too? What would happen to her own mind? She struggled against the ropes that tied her to the chair. They were looser now. Maybe she could get free. She didn't want to think she was someone else, least of all this Sydney girl.
