Sam looked around from where he was putting glasses in a cabinet. "Are you feeling all right, Jon?"
Jon looked at them. They didn't seem to be lying. And, if they weren't, something was very wrong here.
They just seemed to be putting things away, as if nothing was wrong. Which was particularly creepy.
"I...had better try again next door."
"Okay," Emily said.
Jon exited again. "Weird," he mused to himself. It was as if they were...drugged, or oblivious, or something.
He started back toward his house. He rang the doorbell. This time, someone answered.
