"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. She smiled, and that was even scarier than the icy stare. The icy stare was real, the smile was not. "You're not my mommy anymore..." She pointed at Linda. "She's my mommy now."
Linda blinked, as if getting a software update. "Of course I am, sweetie," she said.
"You're really pretty, Mommy," Stacy said.
Linda's hair began to lighten, turning blond.
"Stacy...please," Emily said. "Don't do this to her..."
Stacy turned on her. "You can stay here..." She said, clear she was no longer concerned with that.
