The only thing that was the same was the cafe itself. Everyone in it had changed.
The two middle-aged women, Abigail and Grace, were dressed as waitresses. "What just happened?" Abigail demanded. She looked at her friend, confused. She looked different somehow...and it was not just because of her dress. Her thoughts were muddled, and she tried to figure out what had just happened and pull herself together.
They weren't the only ones in the room confused. Sydney was certain she'd been outside a moment ago, but now she was sitting at a table. She looked across the table at...
