A/N: Definitely something different from what I typically put out. Yes, this year was going to be me stepping out of my comfort zone and taking these stories to strange places.

I'm glad everyone else sounds intrigued. With a title like this, how can you just walk away?

After staying the night for observation, Tori was happy to be back home for the weekend to unwind. As they were getting serious, her and Jade were discussing moving in together. Their parents advised them to save their money instead while they go to college, or whatever they plan. While they don't deny their connection, something as big as getting their own place should be put on the back burner.

Jade was worried a wedge was being put between them but Tori's father saved it by saying money can be a bigger wrecking ball to a relationship than personal habits. While the cat was probably out of the bag that they were physical, both sets of families thought it be best if they waited for marriage before living together. Show a level of personal commitment and financial stability and then they can focus on building their new life together.

Tori and Jade thought it over and agreed it was an alright middle ground. Obviously everybody was "Team Jori" as it were, so much so that they didn't want the eager young lovers to jeopardize what a good thing they have going here. The parents were just trying to keep the young ones from making rookie mistakes like moving in too soon.

So, Tori was still living at home while Jade did the same. However, things like curfew were more relaxed since they were in their early 20's and technically adults. But David, being the cop and Bonnie West, ever the true crime podcast fanatic; insisted the girls check in with someone so that people knew where they were.

One time, Bonnie pulled Tori aside when she found out that she slept with her window open on hot nights.

"Listen to me, Tori" she said. "Fresh air is for dead people! Promise me you close that window at night."

She promised Jade's mom that she would.

Tori went up to her room, grateful to go from the cold sterile hospital to her personal sanctuary.

Trina popped in.

"Hey!"

Tori turned around, a little startled.

"Oh hey!"

The wind got knocked out of her when her big sister brought her in for a hug.

"Dude I didn't find out until 2 in the morning! I wanted to come but dad said to stay home and get sleep; don't drive tired."

"I'm okay," Tori smiled. "Just a little shaken up. Actually it felt like everything was shaking."

Trina down with Tori on her bed. Her little sister looked uncomfortable.

"What's up?" Trina asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "I've been feeling weird lately."

Then a bulb went off in Trina's head and she dashed off to her room and came right back. She had something in her hands.

"I almost forgot," she grinned awkwardly. "I kind of borrowed your yellow top."

Tori rolled her eyes. She's been here many times before.

"Isn't it that the younger sister supposed to borrow from the older sister all the time?"

The older sister just shrugged.

"Can't help it," Trina said. "Sometimes I'll see something, I'm on the fence. Then I see it on you and think maybe it will look good on me."

"So I'm just a walking mannequin to you?" Tori asked with a raised eyebrow.

Trina tosses the shirt to Tori.

"I even washed it and hung it dry. You're welcome."

Tori unfurled the yellow top and held it in front of her in disbelief.

"What the hell, girl?"

"What?" asked a confused Trina.

"Did you stretch it the fuck out man?" she groaned.

Trina scoffed and folded her arms.

"I did NOT!"

"Oh really?" huffed Tori. "Then why does my ladies medium feel like a men's double XL?"

She quickly put the top on and stood in front of her full mirror, turning around in disbelief.

"Look at this thing! I'm swimming in it!"

The older sister had to admit it was hanging off of her something awful. But this made no sense, they were similar in dress size and shoe size (hence the chronic borrowing). Trina would boast that she had it where it counted in the chestal region but that wasn't relevant right now.

"You are being paranoi-"

Trina's eyes bulged out when she stood side by side with Tori facing the mirror.

Her little sister was looking littler right now.

She opened her hand and placed it on the top of her head and went to her left toward Tori. There were usually different by a couple of inches max. This time, there was a lot of clearance for Tori's head. This wasn't a slight difference; this was like half a foot discrepancy.

"Tori..."

"What?" she asked annoyed.

"Look closely at us. Does something look...off?"

Tori's face fell when she really took it in.

(Am I shorter? HOW?)

In a panic, she grabs onto Trina's arm. At close range, her head naturally rests on her older sister's shoulder which is alarming.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" she yelled.

"I'll get dad!"

Trina ran out the room and down the stairs.

Tori leaned into the mirror.

"What's dad gonna do? Tell me to grow up?"

The parents stood before their daughters sitting on the couch in the living room.

Tori's feet not touching the floor was hard to ignore.

David covered his mouth and looked at Holly.

"Get the measuring tape," she told her husband.

He nodded and went to fetch the item.

"Maybe..." Holly guessed. "Maybe...its temporary? I've been post menopause for a little while now but...maybe..."

"Mom!" scolded Trina. "She's not bloated, her height is changing!"

Tori made a pitiful yelp as her sister held her for comfort.

"Got it!"

Tori hopped off the sofa and stood straight up while her dad held the measuring tape behind her.

"How tall are you again, Tori?" Trina asked.

"Um, I think I'm like 5'5, maybe 5'6."

"I don't think it matters, sweetheart."

Holly looked at David.

"What do you mean?"

"Because right now she's 4 foot 8."

Tori's mom shook her head and tried the tape herself.

"Hold still, baby!"

After another measurement, she gasped.

"Oh my god, my baby's lost almost a foot!"

Tori collapsed onto the floor where her mom got on her knees and hugged her. Trina joined in as Tori began crying.

David paced the room, scratching his head.

"How the hell does someone lose almost a foot overnight?"

Then it dawned on him.

"Tori, honey?"

She looked up, face wet.

"What?"

"Tell me more about this explosion."

A/N: That phrase "Fresh air is for dead people" is something I hear all the time on Morbid: A True Crime Podcast. Check out this show to hear hosts Ash and Alaina discuss the evil, twisted and supernatural. They even have a merch store with t-shirts and mugs that have that expression.