Zoe and Linda lapsed into silence again. It took a few moments before either of them said anything again.
"Zoe ..." Linda started, then frowned. It felt wrong to call her Zoe, but she forced herself. "I'm not going to bed like nothing is happening. This is totally messed up."
Zoe, despite feeling just as confused about the situation as Linda, seemed the picture of calm on the outside. "And what do you suggest we do, Linda? Give me one good suggestion on what to do."
Linda found that infuriating. "We can call the police! We can call a doctor! We can ..."
"I said we are gong to bed," Zoe said, more firmly. "Is that clear?"
"You can't tell me what to do! You're not my mother!"
"What's going on out here? I'm trying to get some sleep," a voice suddenly said.
Linda and Zoe stopped their argument and turned towards the voice. Standing in the hall with them was ...
