You hesitate for a moment, looking at the book in your trembling hands... then you look past your hands and at the rest of your body, and decide that you don't want to spend another minute as your mother. You haven't really had a chance yet to reflect on your situation, as you've been too busy running around town trying to correct things... but this whole thing, you realize, is very, very creepy. You're a girl! Literally in a girl's body! And your own mother's body, no less! Like any red-blooded American boy, the thought of being a girl creeps you out more than a little. And being in your mom's body... there's something almost vaguely incestuous about this whole thing. No doubt about it; you're going home. As for this whole situation with Nana Juney... well, your mom can work it out herself. You're sure it's not the first time she's ever been in trouble.
As the words finish forming on the page, you begin to chant them. Remembering the advice from the last spell, you try to hold an image of your own body in your own time in your head. "Manu sheba serak tull," you begin in your mom's thin, reedy voice. "Andromaca hallum null, selrem ippen sezz..."
Suddenly Nana's voice, louder and closer now, cuts through your concentration. "Sarah, did you hear me? Come here this minute."
"...sezzak moff," you continue as you close your eyes and attempt to shut out the world and your guilty conscience. "Talakuble, porthos, VASH!"
As your voice rises to a crescendo as though it's no longer under your control, you feel the world tumble away before you, and you're thrust into the same shimmering violet tunnel as before, thrust forward through time toward your fate.
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