Although I was processing what the witch had said, I was more taken aback by the watering can floating in front of us. I’d seen that can before. At least, I was pretty sure that I had. It looked . . . it looked just like the one I’d envisioned in my—
“What happens to us?” Daniel asked the witch, pulling me back to the present.
“It’s not that complicated.” She shrugged. “That piece of your personality is sucked out, and for a couple of weeks you’ll simply act as if that element was not inside you at all.”
“A couple of weeks?” SJ repeated.
“Well, fourteen days to be precise,” the witch replied. “On day fifteen you’ll be back to normal, if the altered versions of yourselves haven’t killed each other by then. You’d be surprised how quickly people turn on one another when they’re not themse
