Mary Stevens (mother of Melony and previous mother of Molly) stepped into the kitchen to grab something to eat before heading to work. Her husband entered the room a minute later, looking a bit uneasy.
"Bad night?" she asked.
"Weird dream, actually. I'm still thinking about. I guess those are the dreams you don't forget, huh?" he said, walking over to the refrigerator.
"Actually, I kind of had a weird dream last night too," Mary said.
"Oh?"
"It was strange. I dreamed that Molly Tyne was ..."
"Our daughter?" her husband asked.
A chill ran down her spine. "How did you know that?"
"Because that was the dream that I had." He paused. "What's the chance that we'd both have the same dream?"
"Not very good," she said. She paused, wrapping her head around this. "How could that even happen? This is just too weird."
"I know this is going to sound strange," her husband said. "Okay, stranger. But I think Molly really is our daughter and Melony isn't."
"How could you say such a thing?" Mary asked, shocked. "I remember giving birth to her ... you remember. You were there too."
"Yes, I know that. But ... what if our memories are wrong?"
"Peter, stop this. You're scaring me."
"I think Melony tried to tell me something about this last night, but I wasn't taking her seriously. But then I had that dream ..." he said. "We should talk to her."
"Talk? Talk to who?"
"Melony. She told me that she was supposed to be a big girl and that Molly was supposed to be a little girl. She knew something about what's going on."
"But there's nothing going on, Peter. It was just a dream." She decided to skip breakfast and just head out. She wanted to put this dream business away and focus on things that mattered.
Peter, however, still felt like he needed to do something about it.
"Hi, Daddy," Melony said, bounding down the stairs.
