He returned to watch workmen putting away clothing Zoe wouldn't be caught dead in into the closet. There was a lot more bright colors.
They were staging the room as lived in, as if it was some sort of movie set. When it was nearly done, a worker carrying an unconscious girl came in.
He blinked. It wasn't Zoe, it was Sarah McMillan's naked form they were laying out on the bed.
His plan changed. He ran back to his room to get his phone. He noticed the clock by his bed. It said 4:00AM...exactly what it had said earlier. He paused. The strange men had been in his house for what seemed like forever.
He exited to see the workmen filing toward the door. He tried to snap a few pictures of them, but his phone seemed to have frozen, much like the clock.
Finally, when all of them had left...his phone seemed to reactivate. 4:01AM. He rushed to the door, but the black vehicles were all gone.
He rushed up and into Zoe's room. All was quiet. The room looked like a normal teenage girl's room...in other words, not like Zoe's room. He took a picture of the prone form in the bed and headed back to his room.
He nodded off while trying to figure out what to do.
