Give Jane some privacy

If Jane is telling the truth then it won't be long before you're in the same position and you certainly wouldn't appreciate an audience. While your mother is focussed on her, you quietly leave the room.

You open what was, until this morning, Jane's bedroom door. All of her stuff is gone. Instead, the room is set up as a study with your mother's books and computer which were previously in a study she shared with your father.

You open the wardrobe and find a stack of boxes full of old files and notebooks. The dust suggests they have been here a while despite the fact you know they haven't.

Not sure what you expect to find, you turn look through the drawers in the desk. The top drawer contains stationery but in the next one you find a rattle, exactly like Jane described.

You just stare at it until you hear your mother's voice. "What are you doing in there." She's standing at the door with Jane. "Come and have breakfast."

You grab the rattle and follow them.

"Will this change us back?" You show Jane the rattle as your mother stops in the bathroom to wash her hands.

"I don't know." She says. "Let me try."

"You're going to change both of us back." You hesitate before handing her the rattle. "You have to promise."

"I promise." She says holding out her hand. "If I can."

You hand her the rattle. She closes her eyes and concentrates then shakes it.

Nothing happens. She opens her eyes and looks around. "Shit."

"Jane!" Your mother says angrily, emerging from the bathroom. "Who taught you that? That is a naughty word."

She leads you out into the living room where you pass a giant playpen. When you arrive at the dining table, you find two highchairs, somehow proportioned for adults.

"No toys at the table." Your mother reaches for the rattle.