Zoe rang the doorbell, which was promptly opened by the most unlikely of people ... Tyler Jackson.
"W-who are you?" asked Tyler. The tall, thin star of the Lake Point basketball team was a senior and three years older than Zoe. "You look ... familiar." Did I see her on campus? wondered Tyler.
The police officer stood in baffled silence. "Are you sure this is your house?" she asked Zoe.
The defiance that once defined Zoe was gone. "Yes," she replied.
"But ..." started Tyler. He suddenly hugged Zoe with lean but muscular dark brown arms. "I'm so glad you're back!"
Zoe looked up into his eyes. "I ... I am too."
"Where were you?"
"I-I don't know. Some stranger's house."
"Well, I guess I'd better be going," said the officer.
Zoe turned around and waved at her. "Thank you!"
The officer waved back. "You're welcome." She walked out of Zoe and Tyler's front yard, oblivious to how Tyler's clothes were changing behind her ... and to how her own uniform was turning into ...
