"Does anyone know whose car this is?" Jane Gibson (Jon and Zoe's mother) asked. One moment, she was in the kitchen making breakfast for her kids, and then the next, she was sitting in this car with two other people - a man and a woman - both in the backseat. Her clothing had changed somewhat, now looking more business-like and less like a secretary.
"No," the man said. He was wearing a suit and tie - office attire. "I don't even know how I got here." He looked down at himself. "Or into these clothes."
"I don't know how I got here either," the woman said. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt suit. "One moment, I was cleaning up the toilets ..."
"Toilets?" the man asked.
"Yeah, I'm a nurse at ..." the woman began.
"Wait a minute," Jane said, interrupting her. "This is my car."
"You can't even recognize your own car?" the man asked.
"I'm saying that my name is on the registration. But my car doesn't look like this. This car's more ... expensive." Jane looked around and tried to figure out where they were. She spotted several large houses and one in particular that she recognized right away. It was the McMillan house and the car was parked right out in front of it. If the situation were a little more normal, she'd say that they were carpooling and were picking up someone from the McMillan house. But there wasn't any reason why anything like that would be happening. They didn't work together. In fact, up until now, Jane had never met the two people in the backseat.
Sarah went to the window and looked out at the neighborhood. Nothing really seemed to be out of the ordinary, except for a car parked in front of her house. She could make out a driver and two passengers.
"I think they're here for you," Sarah said to her mother.
"Who's here for me?" she asked, looking up at her daughter.
