"What's going on?" Jon asked.
"How is this possible?" the Goth boy asked, touching his chest and between his legs with his hands.
"Who are you?" Jon demanded.
"Zoe. I'm Zoe. Who are you?"
"Jon." He (she?) paused. "When I came out of my room, there was that bright flash of light and ..."
"You saw that too?" Zoe asked.
"Yeah. I think it came from this," Jon said, holding up his arm to show Zoe the bracelet.
