Rick sat on the couch and tried to ignore the mess his life was in. He needed to find a way out. His gut told him to track down Emile and his Brian thought Marion might have better information to fix things. But what about Ben? There had only been two baby girls and three others changed. What had the third person become?
Rick was sure it wasn’t one of the doctors or nurses. There had been no other people in the photo. So that meant it had to be something else. She thought back to the picture. A very pregnant woman on a gurney. Was the third person the gurney? The hospital gown? She noticed a weight around her neck. She looked down and saw a crucifix nestled in her cleavage. Could it be that?
She took off the necklace and placed it on the couch. She snapped a photo. The picture emerged and developed. A teenage Asian girl sitting on the couch. Reality shifted. Suddenly, a teen that matched the photo was sitting on the couch.
“Emily?” asked Rick, full of hope.
“I... I... I’m human again” said the teen, “I’m alive again”
“Who are you?”
“Me? Well...”