Kyla ran to her parents' room. The furniture was different. She sat on an alien bed and picked up a family portrait atop a short chest of drawers. Her father looked the same, but he was now married to ... Aunt Betty? No, that couldn't be right. But it was true. The woman in the picture was her aunt. Well, she wasn't really her aunt. That's just what she called her. In truth, she was just her mother's best friend since childhood. But now, she was Kyla's mother.
"Kyla? What are you doing in here?" a voice suddenly asked. Kyla whirled around and saw ...
