Meanwhile, Jon unlocked the front door. He still felt weirded out by recent events. He had a strange feeling of dread. He headed into the dining room where he'd left his mother and brother earlier, and found a brown haired girl who looked oddly familiar setting the table. "Umm...hi?" He said.
He got an odd look. "Are you all right?"
"Am I...." He stumbled. Was he supposed to know who this girl was?
"You are looking at me like I have a gigantic zit or something in the middle of my forehead," she said.
"Where's Mom?" Jon asked.
"Everyone's upstairs...Including that girl from next door. Maybe some time you could spend time with them...I mean...just because you're the oldest, why do you get out of babysitting?"
"Umm...sure?" Jon said. He had no idea what she was talking about. "I think I'd better go...check on them." He dashed out of the room.
The girl, alone, rolled her eyes. "I'm the only normal one around here," she muttered.
Upstairs, Mikey towered over Stacy. "What do you mean can't?"
"Once she chooses...can't," Stacy said. "Why don't you want to play with us?"
"Because I'm too old to play with you," Mikey told her.
Stacy was about to respond when Jon threw open the door and paused in shock at the room. The bed had a pink bedspread on it, there was a unicorn picture on the wall...and the pink seemed to be spreading...though Mikey hadn't noticed that it was starting to reach the dresser.
Jon looked around, seeing Stacy, his brother wearing his Mom's clothes, and a little girl about Stacy's age.
