Zoe followed the smell of cookies to the kitchen, of whatever house she was in. Someone had baked them and had set the cookie sheet on top of the stove.
From behind her, she heard footsteps. And then someone breathing in heavily. "Mmm, that smells great, honey," a man said.
Zoe turned around. "Who are you? Did you kidnap me?"
The man looked puzzled. "Kidnapped? Honey, are you okay?"
"Stop calling me honey," Zoe said. "I want to know what's going on!"
"What's going on is that if I don't leave right now, I'll be late for work. Come on, give me a kiss," he said, gesturing at his face.
"I don't even know you."
"Zoe. It's me. Albert. Your husband?" He looked at her worriedly, wondering why she was having memory problems.
"Husband? I'm not married. I'm still in high school. I'm a fuuuu ..." She drifted off and then grinned suddenly.
"Honey?" Albert asked, hesitantly.
"Have a good day at work," she said, cheerfully, completely unlike Zoe. Then she leaned in and gave him a kiss.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She looked oddly at him. "Why wouldn't I be? Listen, you get to work. I don't want you to be late."
He nodded. "Okay." Then he left.
As Zoe washed the dishes in the kitchen, Albert's real wife walked out of the master bedroom, dressed in an outfit similar to what Zoe was now wearing. And in a daze, she walked past Zoe and out of the house.
