"Mikey, could you go tell Linda that it's time to eat?" Zoe asked. "She's in my room." It felt weird referring to her old bedroom as her room, even though it was. More and more, she began to think of the master bedroom as her room, even though it wasn't.
"Uh ... Linda ... oh, you mean Mom," Mikey said, then turned and quickly walked upstairs.
After he was in the upstairs hallway, he knocked on Zoe's door. "Linda? Dinner's ready," he said, through the door. When he heard no answer, he tried to open the door. It wasn't locked, so it opened easily. But no one was inside the room.
Mikey ran back downstairs. "She's not in her room. I think she left."
Suddenly, Zoe became overly concerned, but also a bit familiar with the circumstances. She clearly remembered doing the same thing multiple times, before this experiment. She'd run off somewhere and never tell her mother anything. Now she knew how her mom probably felt.
Where could Linda be?
Meanwhile, Linda was ...
