One moment, Dani was being shoved into one of the cells at the police station ... and then the next, she was in some girl's bedroom. And by the look of it, this girl had a lot of style. Dani had grown up poor and was basically white trash, but whoever's room this was ... she was obviously part of a well-off family. Opening the closet doors, she was amazed by the vast walk-in closet filled with designer clothing. This wasn't the kind of shit you got from the bargain bin at your local Wal-Mart, or something. This was special order shit, or something from some fancy-ass store, like in New York or something. But the question remained - how did she get there? People didn't just teleport from one location to ...
Dani stopped and stared at herself when she walked by the bedroom mirror. "What the fuck?" Not only did she not look like a hooker anymore, but all of her trashy make-up was now tasteful (but still sexy) and even her tattoos were gone! In fact, she looked quite a bit like a typical sorority girl, or maybe cheerleader? She thought she had seen a cheerleader outfit hanging in the closet. But ... none of those clothes were hers. Right?
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a woman's voice. "Dani, your boyfriend is here."
Boyfriend? She didn't have a boyfriend. And who was that woman who spoke and how did she know Dani was in this bedroom?
Hesitantly, she opened the door, then walked out into an empty hallway. She heard voices coming from downstairs, then slowly made her way down. There was a teenage boy wearing a letterman jacket pacing around in the living room. Once he spotted her, he looked relieved. "Dani, you're alright. For a moment there, you kind of gave me a scare, babe. When I heard that zap over the phone ..."
"Who are you?" Dani asked. "How do you know my name?"
The teenage jock looked confused, then worried. "That shock didn't mess with your head, did it? It's me. Biff. Your boyfriend."
Dani didn't know anyone by the name of Biff and she knew a lot of guys. Johns, mostly. "Do you know how I got here? Did you ... spring me from jail, or something?"
Biff was even more confused. "No. You live here. This is your house. You're Dani McMillan. Can't you remember?"
The thing was, she did, oddly. She knew who she was and she certainly wasn't this McMillan chick that this guy thought she was, but at the same time, the name sounded familiar, and even though she was sure she had never been in this house before, it also felt like it really was her home. What the hell was going on?
