...or maybe they'd just do the rest of their research online.

This epilogue is brought to you by Angela and Angela decided it would be best to inform their friends and family of their new, doubled state. Apart from the fun surprise, there would be practical things to discuss, like class schedules and living situations. Each Angela split up to locate or contact as many people as they could. They would meet back at their house in two hours. The Angelas led people into their living room in alternating waves, so as not to spoil the reveal. When the time finally came, one Angela stood in front of the mantle and performed a vocal version of a drum roll. Then the second Angela leapt into the room with a boisterous "ta-daa!" Needless to say, this caused quite a commotion in the room."Now, now," Angela said, holding out her hands to quiet the crowd."We can explain... everything..." the other Angela trailed off.Both Angelas quickly realized that the noise from the crowd was not a volley of questions, but a choir of moans. Everyone was clutching their sides or holding their heads. Phrases like "what's happening" and "I feel so strange" overlapped each other through various sets of clenched teeth. They watched in horror as a familiar metamorphosis overtook the crowd. Their mother Rosemary's white-streaked hair was filling in with strands of dark brown. Bel Brimston's horns were shrinking into her head. Shelley Debunkle's stitches faded from her face as blue-blushed cheeks took their place. Winifred Pale's fine, silken blouse was turning into a plain purple cotton dress."I... I didn't cast anything!" Angela stammered. "Did you?""No, nothing!" Angela responded."I think it was a reaction caused by the two of you," Rosemary said, her voice getting higher with each word. Her loose-fitting sweater was growing tighter, longer, and purpler. Years of wrinkles were being pulled away in seconds. "I think we can fix this if we... umm... if we... " Rosemary ran her newly-gloved hands through her waist-length, straight brown hair. "Ugh, it's no use! I can't remember if there was anything else in that book from the archives!""Mom... you weren'tthe archives," Angela said, her face growing more and more concerned."What's wrong," the ex-Rosemary asked in Angela's voice. "Is Mom okay?""Oh, no! This is bad!" Angela's eyes darted around the room to see who still looked the least like herself. "Win, you have magic scrolls back at Pale Manor, right? Is there something that can fix this?"Winifred tried to concentrate as her once slick black hair fell down her back in brown waves. She flashed a confident smile, displaying her receding fangs. "I... I think I might have something in my room!" she cried, and immediately ran upstairs."Win, no! That's... that'sroom," about five or six Angelas said.Things were looking bleak. Angela stood in a room full of Angelas, all giving each other the same anxious, uncertain stare. They could discuss the matter if they wanted, but none of them could provide any information that each one of them didn't already know. Any attempt to reach outside help would only result in another Angela that only knew what the Angelas knew. The Angelapocalypse had begun.