Sydney heard the sound of the front door opening, but was too engrossed in her book to give it too much concern. She'd never given the books on the shelf much thought, but now...it seemed perfectly normal to be reading them, and she didn't even question it.
She was a bit surprised how many of them she'd gotten through by the time Jon returned. She could hear him scratching at the door.
She opened it. "Sit," she said, gesturing firmly to a patch of floor.
Jon blinked...as he'd done every time she gave him a firm instruction...the objection vanished from his mind completely. Both he and Sydney were completely unaware, however, that she had inadvertently wished to have this power over him. He planted himself in the spot she indicated.
He looked up at her and frowned suddenly. She looked...different. It took him a moment to realize why. The back of her skull had expanded, as if the top of her head was inflating. More skull meant more brain.
He wasn't sure if she was aware of the change, but as she spoke, she sounded less...childlike than she had. "I don't know what is going on with you lately, Jon..." she started. "But until you stop acting out, I don't think you should share this room with me," she said. "You can sleep downstairs, next to the couch. When you start behaving, you can come back."
He looked at her like she was from another planet. Who do you think you are? He demanded.
