"... Mikey."
"But ..." Jon looked intently at the boy standing in the doorway. He was wearing Mikey's clothes, standing like Mikey, and even almost sounding like Mikey. But there was one big difference. The real Mikey was Korean like Jon. This boy was blue-eyed and blond.
"But what, Jon?" His whine was so much like the real Mikey's.
Jon's face was frozen with panic. He had to force himself to speak. "Why am I in .. the guest room? I ... live here."
Other-Mikey shook his head. "No, Jon, you ..."
