"Stop." That thing was just saying shit, it was just trying to have a laugh, rile her up. Jessica told herself not to buy into it. She took a step forward, perplexed by what the monster wearing Wanda's skin was doing. And then she gasped, reached out-- "No!" -- but it was too late. Gulping down her anxiety, she cast wide eyes at Wanda, who now seemed like Wanda, and all she could do was shake her head. "Something's--" And she dared step toward her, because she was sure she was looking at her friend now, hands out cautiously, one turned palm up and extended to her. "Give me your hand, Wanda, come on..."