"Jon, what are you doing?" His mother's voice said, sternly.
He spun around and froze. This was his mother and...not. His mother had short hair...this version had longer hair. And...when he went to bed, his mother wasn't pregnant. "I..." he stumbled, looking at her stomach.
"Did you sleep in your clothes again?" She asked.
"Umm..yeah," he said. "I just came to get a drink before I shower and change."
"Are your sisters up?"
Sisters? Jon yelped internally. "I...didn't notice," he said.
"Well, can you wake them for me, please?"
"Sure," he said. He headed toward what he hoped was the bedroom areas. He watched the pictures on the wall. A few he recognized. There were a few old pictures of him, Mikey, and Zoe. But also...separately, pictures of another familiar teenage girl. He spotted a wedding picture and paused.
In this reality, his mother had remarried. That was why he had another sister...or rather stepsister.
