[That,] says Bella, [is interesting. Would you object strenuously if, to test a hypothesis, I did something that might cause you to remember me having a sister?]
[How peculiar; that didn't happen to anyone else without specific intervention. Did you get enough detail about how it happened to tell us how the spell does that?]
[And it only did that when Sherlock stepped in.] They're standing in Shell's old clutterful apartment, door held. [Okay, thanks. While we're here - what changed about Steph? Besides that she's a Christmas light now.]
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Door. Door Sunshine. "Hey Sherlock, want to play Magical Typhoid Carrier? The admin does not remember Soph."
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[How about now?] she asks the admin.
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[Could you wake her up long enough for me to ask if she wants to stay that way?]
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"Huh," she says. "That's new." She curls her tail up around Sherlock's neck. "And not completely awful."
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She looked up what genets look like; but she never got to meet her.
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