Richard Gibson was dreaming. It was a strange dream. In it, he was a teenager again...it was a school day, and a female voice that sounded familiar was telling him to get up for school.
Then he stirred and realized two things. One, it was Saturday. Two, he wasn't in his own bed. He looked around, and recognized Jon's room. He looked at the clock. He'd slept in, but...how did he sleep in here?
Maybe he'd been sleepwalking. He got out of bed. He was wearing a old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Funny, he didn't remember owning these clothes.
Across the hall, Jane Gibson had also been dreaming. In it, she was at a club full of Goths. There was loud music and dancing. She stirred suddenly, but could still hear the echo of the beat in her head. she looked at the clock. It was later than she usually got up on a Saturday...and she was in Zoe's room. Maybe that was why she was dreaming about Goth teens.
How had she gotten here? She remembered fighting with Zoe and going to bed...but in her own bed? She got up and discovered she was wearing a long black t-shirt...one a lot like the one that served as Zoe's nightgown and draped down to her legs.
She stumbled out of bed. She was normally a morning person, but today she felt exhausted, her head hut, and she just wanted to stumble into the shower with the hopes it would wake her up.
She headed toward the door. As she opened it, the door to Jon's bedroom opened, and Rick came out. The two, both distracted, bumped into each other in front of the bathroom.
