She went up the stairs and turned into a bedroom, and before she knew it, she was rifling through a hamper for clothes.
The clothes somehow stretched to fit her, like magic. A pair of grubby sneakers, dirty socks, a shirt with a cartoon on it, and a pair of jeans. The clothes weren't even washed.
She looked at herself in the mirror. These clothes were disgusting, but now she seemed to have control of her body again.
She headed to find someone who might be able to make sense of this, and found herself in the kitchen.
A kid was having a bowl of cereal at the table. "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" She asked him.
"Sarah, who are you talking to?" A woman she recognized as Jon's mother entered the room.
"Him."
"Him who?"
"Me, Mom!" the boy said. Mrs. Madison looked straight at him, and clearly saw nothing.
