If I couldn’t free us soon, we’d vanish altogether. The door burst open and my mother stood in the doorway for a second before screaming, “Oh my God, help me! Get out of there!”
I waved my arms helplessly at my mother, I was hopelessly entangled in my clothes. Momma rushed into the shimmering field and pulled the two of us free of its influence before shutting the machine down. “What did you do, Honey? What have you done to yourself? Look at you! You can’t be more than three years old!”
“Was sick, momma. Starting to get like Gino. Had to save us,” I said, trying to control a tongue that was becoming increasingly more immature with each passing minute.