After your done, she brings you over to a stroller that wasn't there before. "Don't worry," she said, "That last spell I did was one that was going to keep us this way for a while. I hope you like being a baby."
You try to protest, but it only comes out in whines. She pushes you down the sidewalk when she meets another woman pushing a stroller. They start to talk like they're old friends. A one-year-old girl sits up in the other stroller. "Hey."
You gasp. "How come you can talk?"
"We're both babies, so we can communicate. Did you find that spell book too?"
"Yeah!"
The other girl nodded. "See my 'mother' she use to be my ten-year-old sister and I was sixteen prom queen! Now I'm stuck like this!"
"My mother has the book!" you say.
"We've got to get it back!"