Kylie could leave her daughter as a plant. That seemed cruel and pointless.
“Here goes nothing” she said as she trained the camera on the plant.
Suddenly, the plant was gone and a three year old sat on the table. The child looked almost exactly like Alex had at age 3. “Hi mommy!” She exclaimed in excitement.
Damnit. Didn’t want to go through this again, thought Kylie. But at least her daughter was back. She hid the camera in the furthest reaches of the closet and picked up the child. Together, they descended downstairs.
She was looking forward to breakfast and especially looking forward to another late night session of lesbian sex. It wasn’t what she had planned, but it was going to be perfectly acceptable.