Suddenly, she heard a baby crying.
"What the hell? Where is that coming from?" she asked aloud. She followed the noise to her daughter Zoe's bedroom and got a surprise when she got there. It no longer looked like a Goth girl's room, but instead it looked like a baby's room, complete with a baby crib. She walked to the crib and saw a baby wearing a pink outfit.
"Mommy," she heard a little boy say, from behind her.
She turned around and saw a young boy. But it wasn't just any young boy. It was her son Jon. Only he was about four years old. And now that she thought about it, the baby in the crib resembled what Zoe looked like when she was two.
What was happening?
