Brenda walked around her house in an almost dreamlike state. But that was probably because she was actually dreaming. She walked down the hall and into her daughter's bedroom and then closed the door and sat on her bed. She didn't question her actions. It was completely normal to be in Sydney's room. She was Sydney. Right?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She angrily snapped at the person, yelling "What?" She thought that the person would say something. But instead, the person just appeared in her room. It was a preppy-looking girl. Tanned skin, blond hair, pink clothes. Yuck. Sydney hated girls like that. And just like all the ones she knew, this one was probably just as full of shit.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Brenda/Sydney yelled.
"Your room? I don't know who you think you are, missy, but this is my room."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Lisa. Lisa Williams. Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Sydney."
Lisa began to laugh.
"What's so fucking funny?"
Suddenly, Lisa's clothing changed from pink to black, as did all of her make-up. Then her tanned skin turned pale white and her blond hair turned black. And then the same ankh necklace that Sydney/Brenda wore appeared around her neck.
"I'm Sydney too," Lisa said, leaning in towards her and flashing a wicked grin.
Lisa suddenly woke up, sweating profusely. It took her a moment to take in her surroundings. As she saw where she was, her recent memories began filling her head. She was still in the motel room she checked into. She turned and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was midnight. She must have gotten at least two or three hours of sleep. But she wasn't concerned with sleep right now. She just wanted to find a way to return to normal. Her parents must have been worried sick by now. And Lisa really wanted to go home.
As Brenda slowly woke, a smile entered her lips. She sat up and got to her feet. Then she walked back to her bedroom. Sydney's bedroom.
But on the way there, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the hallway mirror and paused in mid-step. A look of confusion appeared on her face as she tried to figure out what she was doing. She couldn't remember. She took a nap ... and then ... and then what?
She looked at herself in the mirror some more. She had that feeling again, that someone else besides herself was looking back at her. Someone familiar, yet somewhat frightening. She peered closer to her reflection, then nearly stumbled backwards in shock when her reflection smirked at her.
What was happening?
