"What did you do to my mother?" Jon asked bluntly.
Sarah stopped laughing and looked at him. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to your stupid mom. I only changed Karyn."
"But she's just like her now."
"What do you mean 'now'?" Karyn asked, confused. "Your mom has always been that way. It's how we met, remember?"
Jon shook his head. Karyn was going to explain it to him, but he just didn't want to hear.
"It's when you came to the church with your mom a few years ago. We met afterwards and ..." Her face went blank for a moment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I was talking about. I've been a friend of your family since middle school."
Jon felt a little relieved. Maybe she was getting her original mind back, if only a little, but what she said next chilled him to the bone.
"Since your mother and sister have so much in common with me ..."
Jon's eyes went side. "Zoe?"
"Of course Zoe."
Jon wanted to faint. Now his Goth sister was ... a conservative too? He tried to picture the rebellious teen as ... no ... no, he just couldn't. He turned towards Sarah and glared at her. "What the hell did you do to my family?!"
"Hey, I don't know what's going on, but it's not my fault. I swear," Sarah said. The thing was, Jon believed her. She really did seem genuine in her confusion. But if it wasn't Sarah who was responsible (or didn't know she was responsible), then what could be happening?
Meanwhile, back at the Merlin house, Carol and her daughter Zoe, both proud Republicans, were about to leave to go to the Christian Youth mixer, neither having any idea (except maybe deep down in their subconscious) that they had been any different than they were right now.
It seemed that whatever was happening, every time a person (other than Jon) rebelled against the ideals held by Karyn, that person would become like Karyn. So, Carol became like Karyn, then Zoe became like Carol (who had already become like Karyn), after they probably had a fight about their opposing life choices.
Zoe was in her bedroom making final preparations, not even realizing that just an hour earlier, her room had belonged to a Goth girl.
