Terrible.

You gaze in astonishment as your younger sister Zoe, now merely an egg, rolls across the counter...

...directly toward the edge.

Your heart leaps into you throat and you launch toward the egg, arriving just in time...

Nope, you're too late. The egg that was once Zoe slips over the edge and disappears from view.

Your world comes to a stop.

You lower your head to the counter, imagining your sister's tiny body smashed on the tile floor, bits of white shell scattered, yellow yolk exposed and broken, slowly spreading. It's a horrifying image.

So why are you turned on?

You wince, and then will yourself forward. Slowly, you peer over the edge...

...and see an egg, perfectly intact, perched atop the pile of your sister's discarded clothing.

You stare for a moment, dumbfounded, then fall back into a chair with a shudder of relief.

A few minutes later, composure regained, you get up to retrieve your sister. You have another moment of heart stoppage when you fumble and nearly dash her fragile body to the floor, but you manage to carry her across the room and set her in the middle of the kitchen table.

Before gravity can once again decide her quickest path to the ground, you press the Cancel button on the calculator, and Zoe reappears in the flesh (all of her flesh, in fact), reclining on the kitchen table.

She arches her back with a long intake of breath, shudders, and then turns her head to give you a look.