Then Amanda began to feel guiilty.. till she walked on her damaged ankle, and the aching pain of her magnificent chest, and remembered the three years she'd endured dealing with her brother.

She found the gun and picked it up - despite the beating it had taken the thing seemed to be none the worse for all the smacking around it had taken - just a little dusty. She wiped the thing on a piece of torn clothing from the floor, and turned away to the stairs wondering what on earth she was going to say to her mother when she heard a desperate voice call out "Wait! No! Don't leave me!" from the closet.

Amanda turned and realized that Jess had hidden there, and was now trapped inside by the remains of a rafter infront of the door, which wouldn't open more then a crack. Amanda smirked and started up the stairs, but a second later heard a "Please? I haven't done anything to you... this place could collapse any minnute! It could kill me or Robert!" ..

Amanda stopped. She'd gotten her revenge, and she'd never have to deal with Robert holding his muscles over her again - at least not in a second or two. "Ok.. I'll let you out in just a second." She pointed the gun at Robert and set the dial to shrink, carefully selecting the setting...