Robert covered the remaining sandwiches in case anyone wanted them, and took the empty plates and glasses back into the kitchen to clean them. As he worked, he hummed to himself. When the doorbell rang, he paused, wondering who it was, and went to see.
There were three people at the door. A woman who looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties. A tall....he wasn't sure...woman? girl? wearing a polo shirt and slacks. And the shortest, a man maybe....but dressed in a skirt. It must be some people who changed. But he didn't particularly care about that.
"May I help you?" He said.
Rebecca Fine looked at her companions. "May I?" She asked, politely, looking at the person in front of them, who looked to be female...although somewhat flat chested....so probably someone who had lost a penis recently.
"Sure," Abby shrugged.
"I'm part of the team investigating the current situation recruited me to assist. I have been visiting affected families."
"And I'm Abby Andrews...Sarah and I know each other, so I came along. That's my dad, Ethan."
Robert raised a brow. "Is someone expecting you?"
"Well, I was hoping to be of help," Rebecca commented. "You have a lovely accent, by the way. Where are you from?"
"What accent," Robert asked, confused. "Wait here please...I will see if anyone wishes to speak to you," Robert said, closing the door.
All three of them exchanged glances. "Now, she's definitely acting weird, right?" Abby asked Rebecca.
"I think we should stop labeling things as weird in this situation," she replied. "If everyone could only fit into the clothes of the person who they exchanged parts with...let's assume that the person who answered the door is wearing the other person's clothing...which looks like a maid uniform...which means they probably aren't the maid."
Robert entered the pool area. The McMillan backyard had a small pool, a hot tub, and a patio. Everyone seemed to be having fun, but he was way too busy. Jon and Laura Gibson were sitting in the hot tub with Lucy and Sarah. "There is a woman at the door who is investigating the incident..." Robert said. "And an Abby Andrews to see you," he directed at Sarah.
Sarah paused. Abby wasn't really her friend...but they did have friends in common. "Well, show them in...offer them a drink...I'll get a towel and meet you in a moment." She looked at her guests. "I'll be right back after I find out what this is about."
Sarah got out, dried herself with a towel, and heading inside. Rebecca Fine looked at her. She'd met this girl at school...it was definitely the same girl...but she seemed older...she definitely didn't look like a teenager. She'd noticed this with the others, but there had been other changes to focus on... Sarah turned to Robert. "Robert, I can take it from here..."
"Oui, Madame..." Robert said.
"Why don't you see if anyone wants any more refreshments outside?" She said.
Robert nodded and headed out to check.
"So, what is this about?" She asked them.
