Lizzie listened carefully down the hallway.
"Dude, didn't you hear me calling from downstairs?"
"Oh, hello Jason. I wasn't expecting you. I'm not sure where Eric is, but you're more than welcome to wait here for him."
"Huh? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Can I get you anything? We have punch. Cookies. Water?"
"Dude, what?"
"I just... hang on. This doesn't seem right." It was then that Lizzie saw the two of them walk into the hallway. Eric was looking over his clothes, with a very confused expression. "You'll have to excuse me - I don't know what I'm doing in this getup. I'll be right back, I just have to put on something more appropriate."
"Appropriate?"
Eric turned and walked down the hallway, stopping for a moment at Lizzie's doorway.
"Lizzie sweetheart, would you be a dear and take out the trash? I can't seem to find your brother."
"But Eric..."
"No buts, young lady. I'm just going to get changed. And remember what I've told you about not messing around with Eric's friends." Eric continued down the hall, to their parents' bedroom at the end, and closed the door. Lizzie couldn't help but notice how differently he was walking and talking... almost like...
"What's up with him?" Jason asked, coming down the hall.
"Umm... I uh..." Lizzie knew this was her fault, but she didn't know what exactly this was. Until she realized her computer was beeping behind her. She turned to see the screen.
**MENTAL PROFILE LOADED
NAME: JUDITH CAMERON
AGE: 43
GENDER: F
OCCUPATION: HOUSEWIFE**
Lizzie's heart skipped several beats. That... that was her mom. The Master PC had given her brother the mind of her mother?
"Hey, what's that?" Jason asked, barging his way into Lizzie's room.
