Hopefully Sonya doesn't take a hard look at the name patch on Cassie's front breast pocket.

"It's...it's me, Mom, it's...Cassie. But you...you're..."

Young. Younger than she's been since Cassie was a little girl. Maybe even before that. Even in Beverly Hills, this would be a medical miracle. Is that why she doesn't know her? But how?

Well, sorcery, obviously. Gotta be. The big kind. The kind that's never good. What she wouldn't give for a rifle right now...

"Who's done this?"