The two men lifted the troublemaker up, holding him firmly. The stolen nametag from the middle-aged mother lay on the floor.
Jon wandered over, having missed what was going on, but heard the ruckus. "Zoe, what's..." he paused suddenly as he saw the Goth girl's face. "You're not my sister. Sorry," he apologized.
An old woman tapped him on the shoulder. "Jon," she said. He frowned at her. She looked a lot like his grandmother. Her nametag said, Hello, my name is Zoe.
"Some young troublemaker took my nametag and gave it to that young woman," she said. "Poor dear. I suppose we're stuck like this for now."
"Zoe...?" He said, testing. "You're my sister?"
"Well, I was, of course. Now...you know how this works. We get to discover a new life. I'm a bit old to be a sister to such a nice young man as you..."
"Are you all right?"
"Perfectly...just not the way you expect me to be," she said. "I'm not quite sure what sort of life I lead now. I'll be finding out."
Meanwhile, the little girl, Molly, feeling confused without her mother, who didn't look much like her right now, tried to decide what to do. Mommy had promised she'd help her find a new nametag before she found one herself. She'd explained they'd get to play pretend. She moved toward her Mommy's nametag, sitting on the floor. She took her own nametag off, and put on her Mommy's.
