Zoe looked down at her clothes and suddenly became puzzled. She was wearing a pink ballerina's outfit, complete with pink tights, tutu, and ballerina shoes. It was like something a little girl would wear.
Why the hell had she put this on? And where the hell did it come from? As far as she knew, she didn't have anything like this in ...
"Oh, Zoe, there you are," a woman suddenly said. "Come on. I have to get you to practice before I head to work."
Practice? Zoe thought, trying to figure out what exactly was happening. And who was that woman who was talking to her?
She turned around and spotted a woman standing next to a car, with one of the back doors open.
