After three or four days, in which Sarah Jane had got her appetite and ability to walk back, the inevitable happened. What Luke had been dreading, but also looking forward too.
Mrs Wormwood woke up.
When she did, Sarah Jane was downstairs, watching TV whilst leaning her head on the Doctor's shoulder. She still wasn't that well, she could only walk short distances, and need someone to help her upstairs. She found herself falling asleep at least three times a day.
They were watching the news, and Luke was complaining that a UFO wasn't really a UFO, once they had found it, it was identified, and when it landed, it was no longer flying. So, according to Luke, "they should really be called IUNLFO, Identified Unidentified No Longer Flying Objects. Don't you think, Doctor?"
The Doctor nodded, rather unsure of what he was nodding to.
Luke looked to Sarah Jane.
"Mum?"
She was sitting bolt upright, and there was just something not quite right about her eyes...
"Mum?" Luke was curious, something was off, not quite right, what was it...?
The Doctor looked over to her, wondering what had captivated Luke's attention.
"Sarah?"
She looked over to him, keeping her body upright and her head straight, then cocked her head to the side, and smiled the most eerie smile in the history of eerie.
The Doctor's eyes widened. "What the..."
Sarah Jane's eyes were a strange, alien, cloudy blue.
Mrs Wormwood sat upright in the attic, and opened her eyes. They were a warm, albeit scared, brown.