After years of scheming, Dinah finally reached her lifelong goal. She had reacquired the controlling interest in Mega Corp., the firm founded by her family, but was taken over by Adam Lund when she was 16, after her father mysteriously disappeared and thus couldn't rally the shareholders against the takeover. The firm where, out of college, she snagged a junior executive position, but was quickly demoted to secretary, then fired. But now, at age 46, after years of hard work and financial manipulation, she had pulled the rug out from under Adam Lund, retook control, and appointed herself CEO in Adam's place.

Dinah had Adam tossed from the corporation's headquarters and seized his palatial office on the top floor of Mega's skyscraper. Easing into her chair behind the CEO's desk, Dinah leafed through the drawers to see what treasures Adam left behind. But all she found was a small pillbox with the notation: "Keep Closed. Never Open."

Dinah at first tried to ignore the box. But its presence began to gnaw at her brain. What was in the box? What did Adam not want anyone to see? A valuable jewel? A corporate secret? The U.S. President's private telephone number? Dinah could resist no longer!

Opening the tiny box, Dinah at first saw nothing. But then a gush of powder blew into her face, some of it being inhaled down her nostrils into her lungs. And then the shrinking began. Dinah watched as her line of sight dropped beneath the top of her mahogany desk as she grew smaller, younger, until all the was left of her was a little girl swimming in a woman's clothes and an adult's world.

The next day, all that was reported was that Dinah had resigned as Mega CEO, and that the other shareholders gave the job back to Adam Lund. Nobody knew that Dinah was now only 5-years-old, now living in the home of her cousin Philip. "I guess I get to raise you a second time," Philip grinned at the rejuvenated businesswoman. From her shorter perspective, she stared at Philip, and latched onto a distant, dated memory that allowed her to recognize his face. She asked, "Daddy?"

"The same," he said. "But I always thought you were the son of Uncle Frederick and Aunt Bertha," Dinah asked. "Now how could I tell my own daughter I was now younger than her, and failed to protect her legacy from the likes of Adam Lund?" Philip said, but added, "You didn't fall for Adam's old pillbox trap, did you?"

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