Jake woke up the next morning feeling… strange. His body felt smaller, weaker, almost fragile. As he sat up in bed, he rubbed his eyes and noticed something odd about the room around him.

The posters on his wall had changed color. His desk was now littered with dolls and glittery trinkets that hadn’t been there before. Even the bedspread beneath him was different—pink, frilly, and unmistakably girly. The entire room had shifted while he slept, transforming into something out of his little sister’s imagination.

Jake frowned, his head spinning. What’s going on?

Still not fully understanding what had happened, he stepped into the hallway. That’s when he noticed something else—the family pictures on the wall. They looked wrong. In every photo where he should’ve been standing with his parents, someone else was there instead. A girl.

A soft giggle snapped him out of his daze. Jake turned to see his little sister peeking out of her room, grinning mischievously.

“Hey!” he shouted, rushing over. He pushed open her door—and froze. His sister wasn’t smaller than him anymore. She was his size.

In her hands gleamed the Wishing Stone.

“Give it back!” Jake demanded.

The two siblings lunged at each other, wrestling across the floor. They shouted and grabbed, making frantic counter-wishes as the stone pulsed brighter with every word. Toys appeared, walls shimmered, furniture warped in and out of shape as their wishes fought against one another.

It wasn’t until Jake managed to shove her backward onto a scattered pile of Legos that he gained the upper hand. His sister cried out in pain, clutching her foot. Jake snatched the stone and yelled, “I wish I was back to normal!”

A flash of light surged through him, and he felt his body return to the way it was supposed to be. Relief washed over him—but only for a moment.

Before he could make another wish, his sister hurled her heavy princess carriage toy straight at his head. It hit with a crack, sending Jake to his knees in a dizzy haze.

Seizing her chance, she grabbed the stone, her face twisted with determination. “I WISH MY BROTHER WAS NEVER BORN—AND THAT I HAD A TWIN SISTER!” she screamed.

The Wishing Stone pulsed violently, cracks spreading across its surface. Then, with a shrill hum, it melted away into nothing. From the spot where it had vanished, a glowing pink aura erupted, expanding outward in every direction.

Jake staggered back, heart pounding. “No… no, no, no…”

The aura spread quickly, washing over the house, then spilling out onto the street. Everything it touched warped and shifted—photos, walls, trees, even the air itself seemed to rewrite.

Jake bolted. He flew down the stairs, threw open the front door, and jumped on his bike. Pedaling furiously, he tore down the street, desperate to outpace the wave of reality rewriting itself behind him.

But the aura was relentless, stretching farther and faster than he could hope to escape. He kept looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide with panic. And because of that—he didn’t see the crossing tracks until it was too late.

The VTA train roared past.

Jake was struck hard, his body hurled through the air. Pain ripped through him, and as he lay broken on the pavement, he thought it was the end. His vision blurred, his breath came shallow. This is it, he thought.

But then the pink aura reached him.

His wounds sealed instantly, healing as though they’d never been there. Yet instead of relief, horror consumed him. His arms began to crumble into glowing dust, his body dissolving piece by piece. He tried to scream, but his voice scattered into nothing, swept away on the wind—just like Peter Parker in Infinity War.

The world went black.

A gasp shattered the silence.

A young girl bolted upright in her bed, sweat dripping down her face, clutching her blanket in terror. Her heart pounded as she tried to catch her breath.

Moments later, the door opened and another girl stepped in—her twin sister. She hurried over and sat beside her, gently holding her shoulders.

“Jacklin, it’s okay,” her sister whispered softly. “It was just a dream.”

Jacklin shook her head, tears in her eyes. “I saw it. I was hit by a train. And then… I disappeared.”

Her twin hugged her tightly, soothing her with quiet words. After a while, Jacklin calmed down, and the two sisters eventually returned to their separate rooms.

As they drifted back to sleep, the night was quiet again—yet the faintest shimmer of pink still lingered in the air.

End of Part 4.