PSI Memory Omega. Uses 45 Psychic Points. Allows you to erase the memory of any amount of time in any amount of people, and replace it with a new memory.
The dark-haired man sat at the kitchen table, going over some papers.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. His wife ran in excitedly from upstairs, "They're here!" she exclaimed, "I'll get it!" She ran to the door and opened it.
"Hello!" A crowd of people stood at the door, bearing presents. "Congratulations!" a blond woman, who stood at the front, gave the wife a hug.
"Come in, come in!" the wife said, welcoming everyone in. "I'll go get Jeff." she ran upstairs.
"Hey, Mom." the dark-haired man said, rising from his chair and going over to the blond woman who had hugged his wife.
"Oh, hello there, my darling! I'm so proud of you, Ness!" his mother said, embracing him.
"Where's Dad?" Ness asked.
"He should be here later. He had to finish some things up at the office."
"All right. Hey, Tracy." Ness looked down at his younger sister- who had remained a girl for all those ten years she had been trapped. He ruffled her hair, almost resenting the now wide age gap between them.
"Hey, big bro." she smiled up at him.
His wife's mother was there, too, as well as her father and a few kids from the still up-and-running Polestar Preschool.
"Hey, where's that Asian guy?" one of the kids asked.
"Poo?" Ness asked, "He's back in Dalaam. He's the king there, y'know. He's got important matters to take care of."
"Here she comes!" Ness' mother shouted. Paula, Ness' wife, was coming down the stairs holding a bundle of blankets.
"Everyone," she said, "I'd like to introduce you to... Jeffery." She pulled back a piece of the blanket, and a baby's face was revealed. He was sucking his thumb. All the women in the room 'awwed'.
"He's so cute!" one of the preschool girls squealed.
Ness walked over to Paula and put his arm around her. Everyone in the room applauded, congratulating them.
The baby gurgled happily, clapping his hands. His eyes fell on the bottle sitting on the kitchen table.
He reached his little baby arms towards it. The bottle shook, then rolled and fell off the table.
The cycle begins anew.