Sarah gaped, chasing after her father, but losing him in the crowd of identical drone-like men transforming the house. She started looking at every one of them, trying to see if she could recognize any of them. For a while there, she had started to see them as just drones...but now they seemed more like people. And if they were previously like her father...someone was controlling them. The shock and horror of the situation had made her a lot more serious than normal. It would have proved to a casual observer that Sarah was capable of more than the vapid behavior they were used to. Only there weren't any observers.
She went back to her room, to discover her things were being emptied out too. Exhausted and spent, the only thing Sarah could do was sit and watch. This had to stop eventually. They set up another dropcloth and brought in what looked like a hairdresser's chair. Suddenly, two pairs of hands grabbed her. One of them injected her with a large needle...she tried to struggle, but she suddenly went limp. They began to strip off her clothing.
It wasn't, strangely enough, like being attacked. She didn't find herself panicking, despite being unable to move, because it was so robotic. It felt more like a doctor's examination or a dress fitting. They removed and folded up her clothes and bagged them before strapping her into the chair. They removed her nail polish. They seemed to be stripping everything away.
Lending evidence to her original thought it was a hairdresser's chair, she spotted one of them coming at her with scissors. She was suddenly worried about her hair before she realized, like many things...she had other problems. How was she going to get out of this?
