Zoe looked at the nurse ... did she know that woman? She looked kind of familiar. She shook her head. No, she must have been mistaken. Before that morning, she had never seen that woman in her life. The boy with the hurt foot was also a complete stranger to her. Why did she think that she knew him?
"Yes, your daughter was the one who yelled for my help," the nurse said, answering Jon's earlier question. "We needed to bring him inside somewhere, so she let us use your house."
Jon nodded. "Will he be okay?"
"Yes, but I think I should help him outside."
"Well, then it was nice to meet you," Jon said, holding out his hand (which now had slightly longer nails) towards his former mother. "Uh ... I'm sorry. What was your name again?"
The nurse shook his hand and said "Linda Raji." Her parents moved to America from Nigeria when she was a child, but she still retained a Nigerian accent. At least, that's what her new memories told her.
"Oh. Well, it's nice to meet you," Jon said.
As Linda helped Mikey out of the house, her skin and hair began to darken slightly. And Mikey began to change as well, growing a bit taller as his age went from ten to twelve.
Once they were gone, Jon turned towards Zoe. "It's nice what you did, but you really should have called me before I got home."
"Sorry, Dad," Zoe said, not confused at all about who she was talking to. Jon was her father (for now ... soon, he would turn into Zoe's mother).
"Well then. Now that that's over, shouldn't you be heading to school?" Jon asked.
Zoe nodded, then went to her bedroom to grab her school bag.
