Lydia searched the downstairs first, the problem was she didn't know what she was looking for, (not all the words were clear through the door, and she was only partly sure of her theory anyway.) Had she stopped to think about it, it made no sense, a magic wishing object. But then again it also didn't make sense that her son was now a girl, that her family and herself had become busty Germanic models. It didn't make sense that she was now related to Susie, (why did that feel like the right thing to call her) or the emotion impact it had on her to talk with her new sister, who was a stranger to her before this, or the surrealism of everyone thinking this was normal. Her very reflection protested against what she though should be. So why not magic. Why not wishes.
Her method was simple. First she looked around the place she was when everything changed. She stood in the same spot, and said. "I wish I knew where Jon was."
And she knew, because she already knew, Jon was now Jen, and Jen was on her way to the gym.' The wish was granted, by the stone in her pocket, but because she wished to know what she already knew, it appeared as if nothing was different.
Frustrated she looked around, grabbing a lamp,' and saying " i wish I knew why I looked like this." And she then knew, what inherently everyone knows, because she was born this way. Suddenly it made perfect sense in her mind that her kids would look like her, and she could almost picture herself as a child, blonde haired and cute. They weren't memories, but a sort of logic which infected her brain, she was what she was because thats who she was, and had always been. For the first time she looked in the mirror and her reflection was her. Her search continued.
