"Now...no more breathing this stuff in...it seems dangerous..." Mikey said.
"I didn't do it on purpose," Linda insisted.
"Well, I'm just saying, be careful, that's all. I feel like I can move now...but it is like moving through mud..." Mikey said. "Maybe we should try to go for the door..."
"But...what if people see us?" Linda said.
"We're going to try to leave" Mikey said, firmly. "Now...can you move?"
Linda nodded. "I think so."
They slowly headed toward the door, and as they pushed forward, Linda's oversized t-shirt began to shift to better fit the smaller body she now had. Linda's eyes were focused on the door, and the increasingly mature Mikey who was leading the way toward it.
Finally, they pushed through into the living room, and both took a moment to catch their breaths. Mikey peeked back into the kitchen and gasped. The room looked normal. No fog, no smell in the air....just breakfast dishes. "What in the world?" The former boy exclaimed.
Linda whirled around. "It's gone! But...how are we going to fix this?"
Mikey looked down at the now smaller Linda, wrapping a slender arm around Linda's shoulder. "I'm not sure we can, angel," she said. "We should just be glad we're not hurt."
