As you stand there, sputtering and unable to come up with anything to say, the gravity of the situation overwhelms you, and you black out. When you wake up, you're lying on the couch, and your mom is bending over you, a look of concern on her face.
"How long have I been out?" you ask. Strange; although you still notice that your voice is different, it doesn't grate on you as much as it did earlier.
"About an hour," your mom says. "Dear, the carnival's still in town today; if you want, we can go there and try to find the woman who gave you that necklace. Even if it isn't the woman I wronged, she might know something about all this."
Despite the overwhelming nature of your problem, you manage a smile. "Thanks, Mom," you say. "Let's do that."
Your mom helps you up, gives you another breast-squishing hug, and the two of you walk out the door and down the street towards the carnival.