Sylvia understood that she couldn't convince Mary anymore and talking with her would cause her to just disappear. She tried to come up with a solution how to reverse this and felt a flickering figure of a mysterious woman approaching to her. She looked transparent while having no facial features and it seemed that she was only one able to see her. The woman lowered her head to Sylvia's ear and whispered to her like a wind, "Tell great-grandma Tress if she liked to 'transform of dare'."
Sylvia could sense an invisible figure's presense dissipating as she said those words. Who or what was she and how did she know about grandma Tress. Sylvia catched her breath as the encounter had raised her heartbeat but now she knew what to do.
With little strength she had left in her feet she stood up and approached her grandma who was sitting by the park bench. Sylvia grabbed Tress from her light blue denim jumpsuit's trouser to get her attention. As their eyes met again Sylvia was surprised how naturally blonde Tress was. She had only seen pictures of her looking more stern than she was now. From the picture what she remembered the fancy dress to wear something so ridiculous. It felt strange her even for Sylvia for Tress to wear something so weird and tacky in public. Her jumpsuit made Tress stand out among other people at her age. No one wore the thing her grandma had.
"What is it little one? Getting bored already?" Tress said as she raised Sylvia on her lap as they both sat on the park bench.
Sylvia looked at her grandma more closer and noticed how she wore a yellow band t-shirt under the jumpsuit. She couldn't make it out but in the middle of the t-shirt she saw a logo or something similar looking. Tress's hands had small healed knife sized cuts all over the fingers and her smile looked genuine. She didn't know that much about her and assumed by her clothing that she wasn't a big thinker. A total opposite to her crumpy mother. As Sylvia looked down on her feet she saw Tress wore sandals without the socks giving her completed look of a countryside pumpkin. It looked like she had just moved to a bigger town. Sylvia let out a sigh. Thinking about if she should even do this to her grandma. Cursing her would make her the bad guy but since she didn't want to relive the same events like her unborn daughter had.
She was forced to make a selfish decision.
"Grandma?" Sylvia asked.
"What is it little one?" Tress replied while eyeing Mary from the bench.
Sylvia made an audible gulp as she asked, "Transform or dare...?"
Tress looked at Sylvia but thought about the question. Sylvia had no idea what her grandmother would answer and was waiting in suspense for the answer while thinking a suitable way to get them out of this mess.