The witch (in Steve's body) led “his” new family outdoors and told them to get into the car.
“But honey,” said Janet, just beginning to come out of her hypnotic daze. “Doesn't... doesn't the car have a flat tire?”
“Yeah,” said Alan. “Isn't that why we went into that house in the first place?”
“Oh... I'm going to fix the flat,” muttered the witch. “Get inside, all of you.”
Once the family was back in the car, the witch mumbled some mystical incantation and suddenly the flat tire was magically repaired.
“Good to see I still have my powers,” she whispered to herself. “I can probably have a lot of fun out there in the world now. Nobody suspects 'Steve Donaldson' is really an evil witch with unspeakable powers. Heh-heh... I can hardly wait.”
Back in the car, the family was talking amongst themselves.
“I swear, I thought I saw some weird old lady back in the house,” insisted Megan.
“I don't remember that at all,” replied Steve. “But I do feel like SOMETHING weird happened to us back there. I feel like there's some holes in my memory. Like something inside of me is censoring my thoughts any time I try to remember what happened in that house.”
“Ugh,” shuddered Janet. “Both of you, just stop talking about that house. That place gives me the creeps.”
“But Mom...” whined Megan.
“I don't want to hear anything about that horrid place!” snapped Janet. “I got a terrible vibe from inside there. I don't want to even try to remember it. If there's such a thing as pure evil, it was there – inside that house.”
Just then, “Steve” opened the car door, smiled at “his” family, and climbed inside the car.
“Is there something wrong, my pet?” he asked Janet.
“No, my loving husband,” replied Janet robotically. “I hear and obey you, my love.”
In the back seat, Megan and Alan exchanged confused glances but said nothing.