Jon's younger brother Mikey tossed and turned, the first victim of the strange illness. He didn't need to catch it--as the first victim, as soon as Jon made the wish, he was instantly sick. He woke up once with a splitting headache and found it hard to get back to sleep.
Two hours later, Mikey progressed to the final stage of the illness. He began to lose his personality and become suggestible. Asleep in his bed, he stayed that way until morning, almost six hours later...
... but fortunately, Jon had had second thoughts and wished to know what his wish had done. Shocked, he began to consider the house. He obviously hadn't lost his memory himself... where was the next closest person?
Knocking on his younger brother's door, he got no answer. He opened the door to see Mikey sitting up in bed but staring blankly. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
"Do you feel any pain?"
"No," replied his brother, still staring straight ahead.
"Uhh, do you know your name?"
Thinking a moment, Mikey said "No, I don't know my name." His voice was that of Jon's brother but there was no emotion in it.
"It wasn't supposed to do this!" exclaimed Jon. "I have to do something..." He clearly couldn't have his brother walking around like this. Still, he wondered: it would be pretty boring just to say 'You're Mikey, you're ten years old, my brother, you like stealing my stuff." Given the way this disease worked, he should be able to give Mikey some suggestions and he would change to match them. Jon considered what he was going to say....
