When everything cleared up, Jon and his siblings found themselves not at the kitchen table, but instead in a police station interrogation room, just like the ones Jon had seen in movies and TV shows. A young man of latino descent was sitting handcuffed in a chair on one side of the table, wearing a grey hoodie, a black muscle shirt and a pair of baggy jeans; a look of sheer determination on his face. Mikey was sitting in another chair across the table from the man, his hands clasped together in front of him, resting on an opened folder. Zoe was standing to his left with her arms crossed over her chest and Jon was leaning against the wall near the door, also with his arms crossed. Not one of them were wearing their original clothes.
Mikey was wearing a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his upper arms, a pair of black pants, a belt with a gun holster and silver bage on it, and a pair of black leather shoes. The shirts collar was unbuttoned just enough to show the top of the white shirt he wore underneath and he was chewing on the end of a tooth pick.
Jon quickly glanced down at himself and took in his clothing. He was wearing a dar blue polo shirt, a pair of tan pants, a belt with the gun holster on it and a pair of brown leather shoes. His badge hung from a small chain around his neck. Jon glanced over at Zoe and noticed that her changes weren't just in clothing but in her appearance. Her skin wasn't its usual pasty white, but a nice healthy tan, her hair was still black, but instead of looking like a dye job it looked natural; all the way down to the roots. And instead of it hanging loosely down to he mid back, it was held back by a hair tie in a low ponytail.
Zoe looked down at herself and noticed that she wasn't dressed in her normal clothes. Instead she was wearing a white blouse with the top button undone, a pair of dark gray pants, a pair of black leather shoes and a belt with a gun holster, just like her brothers. A police badge was clipped to her belt the same as Mikey's was. The look on her face seemed to scream what she couldn't say, "What the fuck am I wearing?"
It was at that time that the suspect decided to open his mouth, "I ain't saying anything to you people, I ain't done anything!"
