Bobby tapped the woman who was once Brandon on the shoulder. "Brandon? Are you okay?" He asked.
She bristled at the name. She knew that was her, once, but it felt wrong. She knew it should not be, but it was. "Please, call me Bree," she said automatically. She paused. "Wait, what are you talking about. I thought you said you didn't believe me."
Bobby frowned and shook his head. "Nuh uh! Or... Maybe I did, but I dunno why. Everything got all fuzzy and I just said those words! And now you forgot your name and..." The boy was close to tears.
Bree's expression softened. Bobby was her friend, or used to be. And she certainly didn't like the look of a child crying. "Don't worry Bobby," she said. "I'm still Brandon too. I may be different now, and I have to be a Mommy for Mary, but I know how things are. It's just easier to call me Bree for now."
Bobby looked relieved, if only a little. He snuffled and wiped his watery eyes. "Right, er, Miss Bree," he said. "Oh!" His face lit up, as he remembered something. "You gotta help Trevor and Mommy! They're still acting weird. He's bossing her around like a grown up, and doesn't even know what's wrong."
Bree frowned and looked to where Trevor was ushering Elizabeth to the door. It was just like her and Mary were, when she was still Brandon. And Trevor was just as oblivious. It might be too late for her and Mary, but maybe she could stop this iteration before real change occured. She looked back to Bobby. "Alright, I will see what I can do to... Bobby, what are you holding?"
