Nina could feel panic rising in her. What would happen if she was caught in Karyn's room? What could she do? The necklace began to glow, but who knew what solution it would find.
Nina saw the bedroom door begin to open, but did not see the person behind it. Before the door had a chance to move more than a few inches, Nina found herself back in Jon's room, just as she had left it a few minutes before.
No. She took a closer look. Some things were different. The clothes strewn around the room. They weren't Jon's clothes, they were girl's clothes. They weren't even Karyn's clothes. There were more dresses, flowier fabrics, brighter colors than what Nina had seen in Karyn's room. They seemed to match the wardrobe of a person who would wear the leggings and tunic that Nina had on, but didn't really fit Karyn's style. And certainly didn't fit Jon's.
Fit. Nina realized suddenly that the clothes she'd taken from Karyn's room had adjusted to match her own frame. She picked up a blouse and found that it was in her size as well.
But of course it would be. This was her blouse. This was her room.
No. It was Jon's room, Jon's blouse. Jon's blouse? That didn't seem right. Conflicting memories battled in Nina's head. Why was she here? Why wasn't she at the theater with Jon and Cateline? She let her frustration out in a grunt.
"Jon?" Zoe's voice called from the hallway. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Zoe," Nina instinctively responded to her sister.
"Whatever. Mom says dinner's in five minutes."
Zoe hadn't noticed anything out of place. But that thought was slowly fading from Nina's mind. Why would anything be out of place? She looked around at her room. It was a bit messy and in need of a quick cleaning, but other than that it looked the same as always. She'd take an aspirin for her headache, and she'd have dinner with her family, and that would be it. Normal day tomorrow. She was Jon Gibson. Just a normal teenager. Nothing special ever happens to normal kids like her in normal towns like Lake Point.
Nina left her room and headed towards the kitchen. Her mother was setting the table, wearing a dress that looked familiar. Wasn't that the dress that Jon had been wearing?
"Sweety, are you alright?" Jon's mom set down the silverware she'd been holding and rushed to her daughter's side as the color drained from the girl's face.
"I- I need to lie down, I think."
Nina staggered, an arm on her mother's shoulder, over to the living room sofa and collapsed.
"I'll get you some water, I want you to stay there." Her mother retreated to the kitchen.
The necklace, again, began to glow.
