Marcia noticed that she was in a room of some house she was unaware of and right there Christine's butler was reading a book.
"Hello Marcia, I see you're awake." The butler told him as he proceeded to walk over to the crib Marcia was in.
"Where am I? And what happened to Rusty?"
"Right now you're at my house and your friend Rusty is fine." The butler as he proceeded to remove Marcia from the crib.
Then, someone else started to enter the room. Seeing who it was, Marcia was surprised.
It was Rusty but he was finally back to normal.
"Rusty, you're back to normal. But how?" Marcia asked her partner.
"Matthew, the gentleman here, gave me a cure. And so I was able to return to normal."
"A cure? Were you able to cure Rusty?" Marcia asked the butler.
"Yes, my little Marcia. You see, before the banshee transformed him, he had already received a hellhound curse which had not activated until the banshee attacked him. In fact, when you fell asleep, he was already starting to transform. It was easy to make a cure for Rusty's curse since the hellhound's curse ended up replacing the banshee's."
"Wow, so could you make me a cure too?" Marcia asked the butler very anxiously.
"Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find a cure for your curse yet so it may take a long time to manufacture. But don't worry, while I try to find a cure, you'll be in good hands. I recently made a call to your mother so she can come pick you up and take care of you."
"Wait, my mother!? You called my mother!?" Marcia asked to the butler very shocked.
"Don't worry, she told me that she already knows about your job so she already knows the kind of situations you usually get into."
"It's not that. You really expect me to stay with my mother as a 3 year old for a while!? You know how embarrassing it is to spend time with her!? She's going to start treating me like I'm really a baby!"
"Technically, you're 1 year old right now, not 3. Unbeknownst to you, the Banshee's curse made you a little younger. I'm surprised you can still talk though, but it's sure to pass soon. But like I said, there's nothing to worry about, your mother will make sure to take good care of you and in the meantime I'll try to make a cure."
"And how long do you think it will take to create my cure?" Marcia asked the butler.