...and saw a middle-aged woman staring back at her. It looked like the old her...she saw no traces of Jon in it like she had before. Only it was two decades older. She froze in shock, dropping the stone and opening the door and peeking down the stairs. No one was running up as they had been in the seconds before she'd wished. She assumed that never happened...and went down...forgetting she'd dropped the stone on the bathroom floor.
"C'mon, Mom," a teenage male version of herself that still somehow resembled Jon said. "We're hungry."
"Yeah..." a little girl her insisted.
Sarah fainted.
