Marcia couldn’t do what the banshee said and just look for someone to take her back to her parents’ house. She needed answers. But in her state, she wouldn’t be able to find them on her own. No, she needed help from her trusty partner, Rusty.
Now with a plan in mind, Marcia sprinted down the halls as fast as her four-year-old legs would allow her. Thanks to her rain boots, she was far from stealthy, but she didn’t need to be quiet, she just needed to find Rusty!
After what felt like ages, Marcia turned a corner. She came to a sudden stop. The banshee was hovering in front of a very young boy, dressed in a rainy day outfit like her, though his was themed after a turtle.
“Be a good boy and find a grown-up to help you,” the banshee said playfully. With that, she turned and disappeared through a wall. Marcia sprinted over to the boy. As she got closer, she could tell, without a doubt, that the boy was Rusty.
“Rusty!” Marcia said desperately. Rusty turned to face her. His jaw dropped.
“Marcia?” he asked. Marcia came to a stop in front of him and nodded. “It got you, too?”
“Yeah.” Marcia looked at the tag on Rusty’s chest. Like hers, it had his name and said he was four, but had the name and contact information of his own mother, June Jordan. “What do you think the odds are that the banshee somehow managed to actually alter reality and make it so we’re supposed to be in daycare?” Marcia asked. Rusty sighed.
“Since banshees aren’t supposed to be able to turn one person into a toddler, let alone two, we can’t rule that out. Clearly she was more powerful than she should be.”
“Clearly,” Marcia said in agreement. Rusty suddenly pulled the waistband of his pants out in front of him.
“Dammit, she put me back in training pants?” he said. Marcia lifted the skirt of her dress, revealing her own padding.
“Join the club.”
“Ugh.” Rusty shuddered. “Hopefully we find a way back to normal before we accidentally use them.”
“Hopefully.”
“So, you’re in charge,” Rusty said. He raised an eyebrow. “What now?”