"Oh, hello. Who are you?" Jon's mother asked.
"I'm Laura. Your father's assistant."
"He didn't mention you before."
"She's new," Jon's grandfather said. "This will be her first expedition."
"Oh. Well, good luck." She paused, putting the food on the kitchen table. "I hope you like lasagna."
"Of course. You know I ... uh ... yeah, it sounds great." Jon almost gave away who he was. Of course, his mother wouldn't have made any connection. She'd probably think that he was just strange or something. But he should be more careful.
"Zoe! Get in here," his mom yelled. A moment later, Jon heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. He looked over and saw a normal-looking girl of about ten walking into the room. With his sister being Goth for so long, it was jarring to see her like this. It was hard to imagine her growing up to be the rebellious sister he always remembered her to be.
"Hi," she said, waving at Jon (Laura). Then she took her seat at the table.
"Where's Mikey?" their mom asked.
"Maybe in his room?" the young Jon asked.
"Could you go up and get him?"
"Sure," Jon's younger self said, before running upstairs.
