Suddenly, the door opens. It is Paul's mom.

"Tricia and Robert! This is a surprise. May I help you?"

"Yes, We just got locked out of our house, and my wife really needs to pee. May we use the bathroom here?" Asked Amy

"Sure, no problem at all. Except you will need to use the upstairs bathroom, because our downstairs one is broken. Will that be an issue?"

"NO! I mean, no issue at all." Tim assured.

"Sure, go right ahead. And you must be Tricia's mother. Would you like some tea?"

"That would be lovely." Paul said beaming. "And you can call me Erica."

Tim rushed up the stairs as fast as he could with his swollen belly and soon found himself in the attic. There it was, the old spellbook. Tricia squatted down and picked it up.

But as soon as he picked it up, something felt wrong. He was going to use the spellbook to escape this life, but why would he want to escape it. Why would he want to go back to being a simple nerdy teenager when he could be a loving wife and mother? Wouldn't Paul be happier as a grandmother than a fat slob? and Amy could be a leading star in the business world rather than being on the lowest rank of the cheerleaders.

All of this confused Tricia. Or was it Tim? He couldn't decide.