One of the strangers approached him, an older woman in her sixties. "Are you all right? Did you see what happened?"
Jon's voice sounded strange in his ears. "I was...about to cross, and..." He trailed off.
"You poor dear," she said, putting a hand on Jon's shoulder.
He looked up, but then suddenly noticed, a few feet away, his sister, Zoe. He tried to call out to her, but then he realized...it wasn't Zoe. The girl was a dead ringer for Zoe, but she wasn't a Goth. She had brown hair, and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and had some sort of charm around her neck. He could see some subtle differences, looking longer.
"Do you hear me?" The woman asked, concerned.
"Oh, umm...sorry," he said, still distracted.
The police arrived, and, there was something odd about that as well, but he was still shocked, focused on the car accident, and the strange Zoe-like girl to focus much on that.
"You witnessed the accident?" The officer asked her.
He nodded, mutely.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"I...was about to cross the street, but I stopped, and the car sped right past me...it didn't slow down, and crashed."
"What's your name, Miss?"
Jon didn't immediately answer.
"Her name is Jenny," the older woman said. "Jenny Pierce. Her family just moved into the neighborhood."
Jon froze, and looked down, and saw a pair of small, yet noticeable breasts peeking out from under his shirt. With everything that had happened in a small period, he suddenly screamed, and fainted.
