"I'm here about your daughter."
"Daughter?" She said, blankly.
"Stacy..." he insisted.
"Who?"
He frowned again. "But..." he started.
"What's for dinner?" she asked.
"Are you all right?" Jon asked her. "Do you know what's going on?"
He got a blank look from the teenager, and before she could respond, he headed home. When he got there, he found the door was locked. He rang the bell.
Stacy opened the door. "Can I help you?" She said, almost politely.
"What kind of game are you playing, Stacy?"
"House...I said that. And you didn't want to play house with me, so you don't have to," she said.
"What did you to your parents?"
"Nothing," Stacy said. "Would you like to come in and see them?"
He stared her down. "You know what I mean."
She seemed to ignore him. "You must be one of the new neighbors," she said. "I'm Stacy Gibson," she said.
He could see his mom, or what she'd become, sitting on the couch watching some kid show.
Stacy turned. "That's my sister, Linda," she said, helpfully.
He decided to try something else. "Stacy, would you please fix things?"
"Fix?" Stacy said. She turned as she heard the sound of boots coming down the stairs. It was Zoe. There was a sudden look of interest on Stacy's face. This was something different.
