"I wish Karyn's neck would be completely healed and that Karyn was fully awake," Scarlet said. The stone glowed, granting her wish.
Suddenly, Karyn's eyes flew open and she took a deep breath. Realizing that she was okay, she exhaled and lifted herself up from the arms of Zoe and Athena. "I thought he was gonna kill me," Karyn said. Then she noticed that Scarlet had the wishing stone in her hand and she suddenly began to worry. Scarlet was a witch and while she has been a great help to her in finding the stone, Karyn didn't completely trust her to do the right thing. It was clear that she had enemies, like Steven Kendall. With one wish, she could kill all of them, or at least inflict major damage on them to make them suffer. "Scarlet, the stone isn't yours. It belongs to Jon. His grandfather gave it to him."
Scarlet looked at her. It seemed like she was thinking it over. But what would she decided? To keep it or give it back to its owner?
"You're back to normal," Tim said. "Wow, you really are pregnant."
Debra stood up from the floor and looked at herself in the mirror. They were both huddled in the upstairs bathroom, the furthest place from the front door (besides the master bedroom, but Tim felt uncomfortable about going in there, even under these circumstances). She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that Tim was right. She was back to normal. Knowing that Scarlet and the others had done it, that they had stopped that glamour phenomenon, made her feel both relieved and worried. Now that it was over, what was the fate of her husband? Was he still alive, or was he dead, by the hand of that murderous heathen that took her appearance as his glamour?
She turned back and looked at Tim, who now looked as he should have ... as a teenage boy. "Now what do we do?" she asked him.
"What the hell? Did you two move?" Danny Hoffman asked.
His two hostages looked at each other and then suddenly smiled.
"Why the hell are you two smiling?" Danny asked.
"We're back to normal," Jamie said.
Danny turned towards a mirror and smiled himself. He didn't look like that fucking maid anymore. He was back to normal. He looked down at the floor, where he saw his dead body earlier. But now, the maid was in its place. And she was just as dead.
"Thank god. I can have my life back," Julie said.
Danny spun back around. "Not if I can help it," he said.
A smile began to form on Danny's face, just as the smiles on the faces of Julie and Jamie began to disappear. Sure they were back to normal, but their situation hadn't improved. They were still this man's hostages. And they feared what would come next.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Morris asked. His eyes were still adjusting to the dark. Then, suddenly, there was light. He was in a bathroom. But how did he get there? He thought back and remembered growing really tired in the living room when he was keeping an eye on ... it was those witches. They put a spell on him or something!
"Morris! Snap out of it!"
His mind had wandered. He looked back at the person who entered the bathroom. It was Kendall. And standing out in the hall was Agent Willis.
"What happened?" Morris asked.
"It's over," Kendall said.
"Over?"
"The phenomenon has been eliminated. I don't know how, but it doesn't matter. We've been recalled."
Morris stood up from the bathroom floor. Finally, he could get out of this town.
"Eww," the girl said, upon seeing the guy she was really having sex with.
"What is it, babe?" Trevor asked. He followed her gaze to himself. He was confused as to why she was looking at him like that, so he turned and looked into the bedroom mirror. He nearly jumped out of bed at the shock of it. He was back to normal, back to his usual pale and lanky gothic self. No wonder the girl had that reaction.
He turned back and saw that the girl was no longer there. She must have left while he was staring at himself in the mirror. Part of him wondered why he was so shocked. Didn't he want to be normal again? But the more he thought about it, the more he still wanted Steve Farber's life. He actually wanted to be a jock, a type of guy that he despised. Or at least, used to despise.
He was so confused.
Just as Biff finished off his dessert, the entire dining room was filled with a blinding white light. He and his family and Angie all shut their eyes, for protection. But they didn't need to protect them for long. Soon, the light was gone, as quickly as it appeared.
They opened their eyes and got a shock. They were all back to normal. Biff was able to see Angie for who she was. And Angie was able to see Biff for who he was.
Biff's parents looked at each other and were relieved to be back to normal.
On his way home, Jon's mind battled over his own identity. He remembered switching with Meagan O'Shea, but he didn't feel like it. It felt like he was Meagan O'Shea. Or at least, that he should have been Meagan.
Suddenly, the entire neighborhood was filled with white-hot light. He immediately shut his eyes, thinking that it seemed a lot like the flash from the wishing stone, only much more intense.
The wishing stone! How could he forget something like that? He had to find it! Obviously, someone was using it. He had to find out who.
When the light was gone, he opened his eyes and looked around. And that's when he noticed his reflection in a nearby storefront window. He was back to normal! Whatever that flash of light was, it must have returned everyone to normal. But who could have done it?
Jon's gaze suddenly shifted from his reflection in the window to the clothing being showcased beyond the window. It was a cute ensemble of a halter top and miniskirt. Jon smiled. He thought he'd look pretty good in that. He never stopped to think that there was anything wrong with that thought ... for a guy.
"You can go," the agent said, after opening the door.
Meagan looked at him questioningly.
"Whatever has been happening is over now. There's no reason to keep you here. You're free to go."
Meagan stood up and left the small room she was kept in. She momentarily thought about going back to the college campus, but then changed her mind. She'd rather go to the local arcade. Maybe she could try out that new fighting game. She paused for a moment. Since when was she interested in fighting games, or arcade games in general? But then she shrugged, thinking that she always liked that stuff. At least, she felt like she had.
