Sarah McMillan woke up, alone on the sofa as the light of dawn began streaming in through the living room windows. Mom must have gone upstairs some time in the night, she thought to herself.
With a yawn, she blinked the sleep from her eyes and surveyed the room around her. How had she gotten here?
The stone. Wishes. She had wanted to go to the other Sarah's house... the other Sarah's house... wasn't this the other Sarah's house? Something wasn't right. A lot of somethings weren't right.
Why had she stopped everything she was doing to do what Mom wanted?
Because spending time with Mom was her favorite thing in the world.
No, that wasn't right. Was it? It had been pretty fun yelling at the screen with her last night until they'd both passed out. Sarah was lucky she had such a cool mom.
She was losing what little grip she had left. It was now or never. She needed to leave immediately and figure out what was going on.
But first she needed to change into something presentable and put on some makeup.
