"Yes? Can I help you?" Mikey asked, after opening the door.
She had been over to the Madison house enough times that she was fairly familiar with the members of the family. Mikey was Zoe's younger brother. Jon was Zoe's older brother.
She was a bit dumbfounded for a moment at the sight of a 10 year old wearing what looked to be women's clothing. Athena had a friend who wore a skirt, but... "Mikey? What's going on? What are you wearing?" Athena asked.
Mikey frowned, putting his hands on his hips. "What do you mean, what am I wearing? Who are you?"
Athena watched the boy's expression. Apparently her friends weren't the only ones having memory troubles. She'd met Mikey many times, but clearly, not only did he not have any idea who she was...and if suddenly no one remembered Zoe, why would he, but what about what he was wearing? That made even less sense.
She spotted Zoe's mother peeking out from around the corner. "Mrs. Madison!" she called.
"Who?" Mikey said. "I'm afraid you have the wrong house. There's no one by that name here."
Athena tried to decide for a moment if she should force her way into the house to find out what was going on, or leave before someone heard the commotion and called the police...and somehow she thought they wouldn't believe her story.
There was something magical afoot here. It was way out of her league, and she was the only one who noticed what was going on. Or were there others? She wondered.
"Are you all right?" Mikey said, seemingly concerned. From his perspective, a strangely dressed girl was on his front porch asking odd questions. He was wondering if she was sick, or on drugs, or even dangerous.
