"Mom? I ... uh ... I need you to come pick me up at school," a boy's voice said.
"Who is this?" Stephanie asked.
There was a pause, then the boy continued. "Mom, it's me. Jimmy. I ... really need you to come to school." There was another pause, then a woman's voice. "I'm sorry if it inconveniences you, but your son has gotten into a bit of trouble."
"What's he done this time?" Stephanie asked. She immediately wondered why she just said that. For a moment, it felt completely normal that she had a son, but she wasn't old enough to have a son. She was a teenager, right? She looked down at herself, for the first time since finding herself in the park. "What the ..."
"What is it?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm ... older." She turned and looked at Jennifer. "And so are you. I don't know how I didn't notice before, but ..."
"Hello? Are you still there?" the woman asked over the phone.
Stephanie brought the phone back up to her ear. "Yes, I'm still here. Now, what's this all about?"
