The girl wearing Zoe's clothing opened her mouth and said "How did I get here? And why am I dressed in these dreadful clothes?" She looked down with disgust at the black corset, the black ripped miniskirt and black buckled boots with three-inch stacks that she was apparently wearing. But why? She had no clue.
That definitely was not his sister's voice. He walked further into the room and got a better look at her, seeing that it was indeed someone else entirely. She wasn't even the same age. This person looked to be in her mid to late thirties. Jon didn't recognize her. She was a complete stranger.
"Well?" the woman said. "Speak up, young man. Tell me what's happening."
Easier said than done, Jon thought.
