Zoe stood in the hallway after pulling the door closed behind her, and took a breath. She was having trouble figuring out what was real. This wasn't unexpected, as reality was currently in a state of flux.
On the other side of the door, Linda flipped through internet radio stations on the laptop, trying to find something she wanted to listen to. The possibility of her being Zoe's mother had gone from improbable to physically impossible.
She turned the music up a bit as Zoe turned around and tried to go back into the room. However, the door was locked. She knocked.
The door opened and Zoe found herself standing eye to eye with Linda. Zoe's mind skipped another beat. The girl, and Linda couldn't be described as anything else, stood there, watching her.
"Do you want to come in?" Linda asked, hopefully. She paused for a moment as she tried to figure out why she wanted Zoe to come in, then dismissed the question. Zoe was the coolest.
"Come in...it's my..." Zoe trailed off again. "Something weird is going on here," she declared suddenly.
Linda looked back at her. She'd been getting weird feelings too and had dismissed them. But if Zoe thought something weird was going on... "What?" She asked.
"How old are you?" Zoe asked her.
