Marcia now crept towards the other end of the mansion, or more appropriately hopped. Being reduced to a preteen left Marcia with only an overly large tshirt as clothing. Now the poor girl hoped Rusty had a spare pair of socks in his bag.
"Rusty," she called, wincing at the sound of her soprano tenor. "Rusty you down there?"
Rustt now poked his head around the corner, a look of confusion on his face as he gazed at the 12 year old Marcia. "Marcia is that you?!"
Marcia sighed, shrugging as Rusty now approached. Marcia now found herself gazing up at her subordinate, Rusty now looming over her by at least 6 inches. "Geez boss what the hell happened!"
"Banshee," Marcia grumbled. "Bit faster than I thought it would be. Also wasnt expecting, well, this to happen."
Rusty simply nodded, studying his diminutive boss carefully. "I didnt know you painted your toes boss."
Marcua blushed, staring down at the bright red nail polish as she tried to cover them. "What a girl cant take pamper herself once in a while," Marcia whined. "Stop staring already! Were you able to handle the hellhound?"
"Um yeah," Rusty stammered. "Wolfsbane and incense sent it straight back to hell. Look I'm sorry boss but..um...you look like a member of the Babysitters Club right now it's kinda freaking me out."
"Hey focus," Marcia bellowed. "Look, we've been in tougher spots. Remember that time you shrank down to 6 inches or the time you got turned into pig."
"Ugh dont remind me," Rusty shivered. "But it's you this time Marcia. How are we going to fix this?"
"I have a counter spell in the car," Marcia stated. "I just need to check your bag. You should have the necessary equipment in your bag."
Rusty looked inside his bag, nodding as he saw the necessary equipment. "Yeah I got what we need," he said. "But shouldn't we cast the counter spell first? I mean what happens if the Banshee grabs you again, you dont look like you have alot years left to lose."
Marcia frowned gazing at her subordinate who quickly apologized. "Before we do we should talk with Christine."
"Why," Rusty asked.
"Because a Banshee with this type of power is rare," she said. "I'm going to need Christine to tell me everything she knows about the mansion. It might give us the best chance of fighting this thing."