The covers rolled back and Jon saw Zoe yawn and stretch. Then she looked at him and smiled. "Good morning," she said.
"Zoe? What the hell is going on?" Jon asked.
The smile faded instantly. "I don't know," she said, as she realized where she was. "I was having this weird dream. I can't remember what it was about though. How did we get here? I know I didn't go to sleep here."
"I'm not sure," Jon lied. Zoe got up and Jon stared at her. "You're naked."
"Yeah, so?" It seemed to take a moment. "Oh..." She said. She went and got a robe that was hanging on the back of the door and put it on, not noticing it was her size. "I don't know why, but I'm not freaking out...I know we aren't supposed to be here, but it doesn't feel like anything is wrong." Intellectually, she knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but she was finding it hard to overcome this odd sense of normalcy.
He was surprised, but Jon was finding it hard to freak out about it either. He went and borrowed the other robe. "We'd better go get dressed before anyone finds out about this," he said.
The two split up, Zoe headed across the hall, slipping into her bedroom. Something felt wrong, but she wasn't sure what. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of panties, and tried to slip them on. They didn't fit. She began looking through the drawer...this was her stuff...but all of it was the wrong size.
There was a sudden snoring noise from the bed. Zoe froze and turned, and noticed for the first time someone was under the covers. It was Jane, her mother, sound asleep. She tiptoed out of the room and ran into Jon. "Is...?" she started.
"...he's in there. Is she?" He said, completing her sentence.
"Yup." They slunk back to the master bedroom. "What do we do now?"
