"Veronica? Is it you?" Molly asked.
The girl got to her feet, patting her bulging stomach. "I guess. I'm not really sure," she said.
"What happened?"
"We fell in and I felt myself growing smaller and smaller until I must have been an embryo or something. Then I saw this flash of light and you were pulling me up," she said.
"It's a miracle," Molly said. "But what about Becky?"
Veronica looked down into the fountain. "She's gone. I'm sorry, Molly. I know how much she meant to you."
"She lied to me," Molly said. "I'm glad she's gone." Nevertheless, Molly's eyes filled with tears. Veronica donned her old pants and sweater and then put an arm around Molly.
"Come on, we have to get out of here."
"Where are we going to go? Across the sea?"
"Like this? We're kids. There's no way we can make it over there and even if we did it would be worse than staying here. We'll go back to your house."
"For how long?"
"Until we're ready," Veronica said. Molly took a look back at the Fountain of Youth before she left for any sign of Becky, but Veronica was right: Becky was gone.