"Reality is different. If I'm supposed to be the father of this family, maybe it wasn't sent to me. Maybe it was sent to either of you."
"Father of the family?" Zoe asked, spinning around towards him. "What do you mean? You're not my father."
"A few minutes ago, you referred to me as 'Dad'. Don't you remember?"
"No," Zoe said, shaking her head. "I don't remember anything like that."
"It was when you passed us in the hall to go into the bathroom."
"I remember. But I didn't call you 'Dad'. I called you 'Jon'."
"Okay, so she doesn't remember right," Linda said, cutting in. "What are we going to do about this? I can't live my life as a teenager."
"If I find the st ... the artifact, maybe I can return us to normal. But I don't know where it is. It might be in Zoe's room or ..."
"Tell us what it looks like," Linda said. "If we all search for it, maybe we can find it faster."
