Karyn looked at Jon in his outfit; high heels, short skirt, spaghetti-strapped top, not to mention the hair and makeup. Not only was it disconcerting to see him in drag, but the look of pain and panic in his eyes was too much for her to stand. She turned the pencil around, pressed the eraser into the pad of paper and erased the offending text.
When she looked up from the blank pad, Jon was back in his regular clothes, the panicked looked gone from his eyes. She could see the relief and gratitude in his posture as he calmed down, as if he had just awoken from a nightmare.
"Thank God!" he exclaimed, "Karyn, you are awesome. Thanks for saving me from that nightmare. I was sure that tonight would be the night that Biff would want to go... all they way." His voice had become very small by the end.
"No problem, I'm glad it's over too," she reassured him. "How much do you remember?" Karyn was curious about how the pencil worked. It obviously changed the subject's memories when it was used, but it seemed that if they became aware of the change, they remembered it afterword.
"Yeah, but it's weird," he said, double checking that he was still wearing sneakers, "it's not like a real memory, but rather as if it was in a movie I watched once."
"Weird," she agreed. She decided she'd need to test it again.
"Hold still, let me try something," she said as she, once again put the pencil to the paper. She wrote...
