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, as she realized where she was. "I was having this weird dream...I was happy, and then I woke up here. What the fuck happened?"
"I'm not sure," Jon lied.
Zoe got up and started pacing. 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. "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 do something about this before anyone else wakes up and sees us."
Zoe nodded. "Kind of hard to explain," she agreed.
