"Maybe you should listen to your own advice, Brandon," Trevor replied. His voice had concern in it, but he seemed more worried about Brandon's question than his mother's bizarre state.
"My own advice?" Brandon asked. She looked to Trevor, and then to Bobby. Both shared the same expression.
"We want to believe you, really," Bobby said. "But what you're talking about... it just isn't possible. Thing's simply don't change like that."
Brandon was absolutely bewildered. Elizabeth's behavior was making Bobby and Trevor to act differently as well, and now they seemed to have even forgotten something was wrong. "What are you talking about?" Brandon demanded. "Look at me! Look at Mary, or Elizabeth, or yourselves! You can't really think nothing's going on here."
"Again Brandon, take your own advice," Trevor said. His tone was that of an adult trying to calm down someone hysterical or delusional. "Go over to the mirror in the hall, look at yourself. Tell us what's wrong."
Brandon gave a frustrated noise, but suppressed her anger. She needed a moment to think of a means to snap Trevor and Bobby out of it, anyhow. So she walked into the hall, and turned to face her reflection.
There Brandon stopped and gasped. The first strangest thing was how easily she recognized her own reflection, despite all the changes. Despite being in no way familiar, it instantly registered as her own reflection. But when she got past that, Brandon found herself gaping both at the extent of her body's changes, and how little her appearance resembled either her old self or that of Mary's...
