Linda Madison sighed as she washed dishes. Sometimes she wished Jon would be more helpful around the house, but he seemed caught up in his own little world. Especially recently, he and that Karyn girl had been spending a lot of time together. "I need to start making him do some extra chores around the house..." Linda thought, and then suddenly everything was spinning around her.
Linda came to on the floor. "Did I faint," she thought to herself. Then she noticed some other things. First, this wasn't any floor in her house. The floor was incredibly dirty and was one of the ugliest carpets she had ever seen. Second, she felt GOOD. She wasn't sure why, but she felt as energetic and energetic as she had felt in her entire life. The next thing she noticed, however, was enough to take some of the edge off of that feeling. Somebody was on top of her pushing down hard, and she also felt metal chafing on both of her wrists. A deep male voice was saying something. "What did you say?" Linda asked hoarsely.
"I said, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOUR RIGHTS," you son of a bitch!" The deep male voice said with disdain.
"WHAT?!?!?" Linda asked in shock. Looking up, she saw a mirror that had fallen from a nearby wall. Linda was lying with her belly on the ground and a large police officer holding her down. Her hands were cuffed behind her, and it looked like she was bleeding a little from a cut on her forhead. What got Linda's attention, however, was that she was no longer Linda Madison. "What... what... wha...?" she stammered.
"That's enough!" The officer said. He pulled Linda to her feet and started walking her to the door. Linda couldn't even fight. All she could do was stare at the man in the mirror. The person the officer took out the door was not Linda Madison. From what she could tell, HE was a young hispanic man with several tattooes and more piercings that her daughter. "Who am I?" Linda asked.
