My name is Marcia Atwell
I am 4 years old
Please call my grandma Christine if found
As she read that, Marcia saw her skin darkening to become much closer to Christine's. Marcia now wondered how much further the banshee's changes reached.
Speaking of which she looked up warily at the banshee. As it finished buckling the backpack, it took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then giving her a gentle tug it began leading her down the hall.
The strength of its' grip was far too strong for Marcia to break in her current form. Walking along looking to see if there was a new little girl amongst any of the portraits and pictures almost certain she'd find herself suddenly included, left her wondering if she was simply at the creature’s mercy.
But then she spotted it. Sitting under a nearby table was the amulet from her bag! It must have fallen out when she dropped the bag. Using her telekinesis she was able to pull it close enough for her to bend over and pick up.
As she held the heavy gold amulet in her little fist, Marcia took the time to consider the ramifications of using it on the banshee. The amulet carried a powerful banishing her that would almost certainly remove the banshee from this plane of existence.
However, it also supposedly erased all knowledge of anything it banished from everyone that knows about it except for whoever is holding the amulet itself. Considering the extensive changes it had done to her and possibly other people, Marcia did worry about whether that would further complicate matters.