Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, diverting Jon's attention, and in walked a blond teenage boy that kind of looked familiar.
"Who are you?" the boy demanded. "What are you doing in my room?"
"Your room? Hey, I don't know what's going on, but this is definitely my room."
"Mom!" the boy yelled.
Jon heard the master bedroom door from down the hall open. And then he heard someone walking down the hall to his bedroom.
A middle-aged woman with a considerable bust size and long blond hair appeared in the doorway. At first, her face was filled with concern, but then it was filled with shock.
"Jon?!" the woman yelled.
"Oh my god," Jon uttered. He knew that voice. It was a little deeper in tone, but still completely recognizable. "Karyn? What happened to you? You're ... older."
"I'm not any older than yesterday. But you ... you're younger. You look like you're still in high school."
"I am still in high school. And so are you."
"Mom, who is this guy?" the boy asked.
"Well, uh, Kevin. He's your father," Karyn said.
"Father?" Jon and Kevin asked, at the same time.
