Crane Cottage
3 PM


Sheridan Crane sat on the couch, quietly sipping her tea. She had not been sitting, idly, for the past hour. In fact, she had been trying to hone her new powers. A few nights ago, she'd discovered that she possessed telekinetic and telepathic abilities. Right now, she was, telepathically, juggling five balls in midair and was making a violin play.

For a minute, she paused, and looked at the two pictures on the coffee table. One was of her and Luis. The other was of her son, Marty, who everybody thought was Beth's son. This had been the cause of a lot of grief for Sheridan. She had spent countless nights up at the cottage, eating several gallons of chocolate swirl ice cream. It was a miracle she hadn't gotten fat.

"Marty," she said to the picture, "One day, I'll get you back, and we'll all be a family, and Mommy will stop gorging on junk food."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sheridan rushed to answer it.

It was Luis. Sheridan had called him earlier and asked him to come over. Her husband, Antonio, was out of town and would be back until later. So it got kinda lonely for Sheridan.

"I'm glad you got here so fast," she said, throwing her arms around Luis.

"Anything for you, Sheridan," replied Luis. Behind her back, Luis rolled his eyes in frustration.

After inviting him in, Sheridan offered Luis some tea. As Luis sipped his tea, he noticed the pictures on the table.

"Are you still going on about Marty be our son?" he asked. Sheridan just stared at him. "Look, you have to let it go. All the evidence is conclusive; Marty is me and Beth's son. That's all!"

"Look, my father had his hands on most of that evidence at one point or another. Someday soon, I'll prove to you, Marty is our son." Rolling his eyes, Luis tried to change the subject.

"So, I hear you can move thing with your mind."

Sheridan smiled and nodded. "Here, let me show you." Once again, Sheridan levitated the balls off the table and made them move again.

"Whoa," exclaimed Luis, "That's amazing!" Sheridan set the balls back down. "I can also read minds."

"Even more amazing," exclaimed Luis. "Can you read my mind?"

Sheridan closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened her eyes, she replied, "You think Dr Phil is a crackpot."

"That's right," answered Luis.

Sheridan chuckled. "You would think that, Beth."

Luis spit up his and gave a slight chuckle. "Did you hear what you just said?" he asked, "You just called me Beth. Do I look like Beth to you?"

Sheridan smiled. "No, you don't," she said, as she put her tea down. Turning back to Luis, she raised her hand at him. Suddenly, Luis was blasted against the wall by some unseen force. His feet were a good three feet off the floor.

As Sheridan got up and walked over to him, she kept her hand pointed at him. The force holding him down seemed to be increasing.

She continued, "But there's a vibe coming off of you that I'd recognize from a mile away." A look of intense hatred was forming on her face.

Connecting with Luis' mind, she caused him to change back into Beth Wallace.

"When did you figure out it was me, blondie?" Beth snapped.

Sheridan pointed to the wall across the room. Beth was suddenly thrown at that wall. As Sheridan turned Beth around to face her, she answered, "I knew the second I let you in. I thought I'd humor you for a little bit."

Sheridan lowered her hand, and Beth dropped to the floor. As she got to her feet, Beth tried charging at Sheridan. Sheridan raised her hand again, causing Beth to hover again.

"See?" said Sheridan, "I'm humoring you." She began spinning Beth in midair. She spun her for almost a minute. When she finally stopped her, Beth looked like she was really to hurl.

"You know something, Beth? I've always been afraid of you." Sheridan threw Beth against the ceiling. "I can't imagine why anymore." She dropped Beth onto the floor. She then began bouncing Beth back and forth from the ceiling to the floor. After several minutes, Beth (who was pinned to the ceiling at the moment) shouted down, "This isn't right! I should be kicking your butt, Sheridan!"

Sheridan laughed, "Funny how things don't always work out as we planned, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Sheridan was overwhelmed by a sudden bolt of psychic energy. She grabbed her forehead, screamed in pain and, finally, passed out on the floor.

Beth sighed with relief. "I was worried she was going to kill me," she thought. But just then, she realized, 'if Sheridan's unconscious on the floor, who's holding me up?"

She screamed as she floor, face first, onto the floor.

As Beth got to her feet, she saw Rebecca, standing in the doorway. She was wearing a white dress and a white cape. She had used her new psychic powers to knock out Sheridan.

"Well, you sure took your time!" Beth shouted, "She was about to kill me!"

"Sorry," Rebecca replied, "But I saw the cutest outfit on the Home Shopping Network. I just had to buy it, and if you saw it, which you probably will in a few days, you'd agree with me."

"Whatever! Let's just get her back in the limo and get her back to the mansion like Alistair wanted."

Wrapping Sheridan's body up in a blanket, Rebecca's limo driver helped Beth carry her to the trunk of the limo. Then, they got back in the limo and drove away.