"Helloooo?" the girl who was apparently Sarah said from across the polished marble counter. She waved a hand back and forth in front of Jon, obviously trying to get her attention. "Earth to Autumn... Wake up, spaz."
Jon's eyes flashed upwards as she abandoned her thoughts to meet Sarah's ostensibly concerned eyes. "...Autumn?" The confused utterance was somewhere between a murmur and a question.
Sarah's forehead wrinkled, and she cocked her head to one side with a frown, giving the girl an even more concerned expression. "Holy crap, you're seriously out of it. How'd you even manage to get dressed for school?" From a designer handbag resting on the counter, the girl pulled out an expensive looking cellphone. "I'm calling mom. You're... not being yourself."
As she pressed a button on her speed dial, Jon's new jaw dropped, and she stared at Sarah with wide eyes. "Ohmigosh," she said, the word coming out slurred. "You're my... and I'm your...!"
"Mom? It's Summer," Sarah said over the phone, not responding to her sister's voice, though her expression of dread deepened further. "Aught isn't acting right. I think she suffered a concussion or something when she fell yesterday. She isn't making any sense... I don't think she's good to go to school. Yeah... Mhm... Thanks. I'll be sure to tell her that."
She placed the cellphone back in her purse and gave her sister another concerned expression. "Aught, Mom's calling school. She wants me to drive you to the hospital."
Jon's thoughts were a complete and total mess. Thinking clearly was as difficult as if she were completely inebriated, though the sensation was completely different. The reality shift had left her with her conscious mind while simultaneously dumping the sixteen and a half years of her new reality's memories in her brain. The human brain wasn't conditioned to handle that kind of punishment, and was responding to the information transfer by giving her a headache that felt like she was passing a kidney stone through her skull.
"Sarah... no," she said, standing up from her chair, though she winced as the migraine intensified and she nearly stumbled over. "I need the stone... You need to help me find it. This is all wrong. I'll fix it..."
The stone, of course, was nowhere to be found. Since Jon's father was different now, his paternal grandfather was, too, which meant that nobody left the stone to him. Therefore the reality editor was never created, and the stone was somewhere else entirely.
Tears started to roll down Summer's cheeks as she moved to stabilize her twin sister and best friend, who was clearly having some neurological meltdown, possibly carrying dire consequences. "Autumn, if you're having an embolism or a stroke or something, I don't know what I'll do. C'mon, I'm going to get you to the car. You just have to walk a little bit. Hang in there. I love you."
