There was a brief series of high pitched beeps, then the world started to shimmer and change. Moments later, Jon found himself standing in his bedroom, back at home. A sense of relief washed over him. Maybe the weirdness was over. Maybe he was safe.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when the front door slammed shut downstairs. He waited nervously, as he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They proceeded past his room and down the hall. Jon opened his door and peeked out, spotting the retreating form of his older sister Dana heading to her room. She was dressed in a business suit, the standard attire at the school where she worked part-time for her teaching practicum.
Wait, Jon thought, This seems familiar. Hasn't this...
"What the Fuck!!" Came the shout from down the hall, a shout that had been preceded by a huge splash. Again, Jon threw his door open and looked at the remains of a massive flood, and turned to see his sister, now soaking wet, standing in front of the bathroom at the end of the hall.
"I don't believe this," she yelled. "A fucking pipe burst? How the hell did the room fill up like that?" she turned. "Jon, can you get me a towel? The damn bathroom just flooded all over me. I'm soaking wet and I have to call a plumber. Mom and dad are going to to be so pissed."
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"What do you mean you accidentally reinserted him?!" said the gruff, angry voice standing in the dimmest part of the grey room.
"Just what I said," the man at the monitor on the left said, "I forgot to cycle the buffers, and I accidentally used an old scenario."
The man at the monitor on the right stammered, "B-b-but he'll recognize..."
"Of course he'll recognize!" the man in the back shouted, "Reset the parameters! Reconfigure!"
"While he's inside?" said left-monitor, "But he hasn't even triggered an exit. We don't know what'll happen if we..."
"Just do it!"
"Okay," left-monitor replied sheepishly, "it'll take a couple minutes to load..."
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Jon was once again downstairs, wondering if he was going crazy. He was sure he'd lived this experience before. Was there something wrong with him? Was he having a stroke?
On cue, Dana came down the stairs wearing a tight pair of daisy dukes and a cut off t-shirt, an outfit Jon had only seen her wear once before, in his previous time through this very experience. Just as before, it showed off her full, 22 year old figure to its full extent. She was sauntering toward him, making him feel very uncomfortable, knowing very well that things with his sister were only going to get considerably more comfortable unless he did something about it, when...
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"Done!" said the man at the left monitor, clicking the enter key on his keyboard with triumph, "Fingers crossed everybody!"
