"I'd like to help if I can, Emily."
"She can... change things. Anything she wants. I...I'm almost certain I'm not really her mother, that she changed it so I was. I need you to help me before she realizes what I'm doing."
Linda looked at her, concerned. Stacy was an adorable little child, and Emily was acting like she was some sort of monster. "She's a little girl, Emily..."
"No, she isn't...not really...I don't think," Emily said. "Please...I know this sounds strange...but you have to believe me..."
Mikey reentered the room...and Stacy was with him. She stared coldly at Emily, making the woman shiver, despite being decades older than she was. "You are supposed to be taking care of me..." she said.
"No, please, Stacy...I was just trying to..." the woman said, nervously.
"You don't have to worry about it anymore..." the girl said.
