Marcia and Rusty sat on the uncovered pillows discussing possible banshee solutions. Given their limited resources, it seemed every plan was doomed for failure.
As the discussion dragged on, the two grew rapidly tired. Their reduced bodies lacked the discipline required for these kind of late night escapades and soon the two lost the battle to remain awake.
Yawning as she woke, Marcia stretched and looked around in confusion. The light streaming in from the window indicated that night had long since ended. That light also gave a clear look at the room she was now in, because she was in fact no longer in Christine's room. She, and the still dozing Rusty, lying in a child sized bed in what appeared to be a bedroom meant for young children.
As she climbed out of bed, Marcia also saw her pillow case dress had been replaced with a proper nightgown. What the he was going on here?