Put her sister back first.

Cynthia was glaring at them. She turned to Jonathan, who was still adoring her face rapturously. "I want to talk to my sister. Make her whole again."

With tears in his eyes, he nodded emphatically. He furrowed his brow and stared at her.

There was a tiny moment of weightless vertigo, then it hit all at once. Everything she'd done, everything that had been done to her. Vanessa felt the blood pulse behind her eyeballs and realized that this must be what it feels like to go insane.

"Vanessa?" Her sister asked softly. "Are you you again?"

"I think so."

"Good," Cynthia said, and swung a fist hard at her face.

As she reeled back from the blow, Jonathan and Marianne rushed to Cynthia's side. Cynthia ignored them, focused entirely on her sister.

"You've done a lot of stupid shit, Vanessa, but nothing like this. Do you have any idea how badly you've fucked everything up? What were you thinking?"

Vanessa was rubbing her jaw and sobbing. "I know! I just wanted a break from worrying about that fucking curse! I just thought-"

Cynthia interrupted her with another slap across the face. "A break? You wanted a break? You realize it's apocalyptic out there? We're lucky these two were lax enough that I got through to you, but now we have to clean this up and I have no idea where to start. Half the world's in love with you!"

Marianne spoke up timidly. "Actually, it's really closer to 4%. We were working on some new-"

Cynthia spun on her heels and fixed her with a withering glare. "Unless it's a solution, I don't want to hear a word from you two."

"I may have a solution," Jonathan said quietly. "I don't think you'll like it, though."

As he explained his plan, Cynthia's rage faded and she became somber. When he finished, Vanessa spoke.

"Are you sure that will work?"

He nodded and turned to Cynthia. "Is this what you want?"

She nodded tearfully and he turned back to Vanessa. "Will it hurt?" she asked shakily.

"I don't know," he admitted, and began to concentrate.