"Mom? Zoe?" He called. He tried to shake them...but no response.
The two females started to glow slightly...a very familiar glow...forcing him to look away for a bit, and when he turned back...both had changed.
It took him a little while to recognize the two people standing there. Where Zoe had been standing was a mature adult...wearing a pair of black pumps, a skirt, a white top, and a suit jacket...very female businesswoman attire. Zoe had gone from a teenager to middle aged in seconds. Her hair was back to its natural color, there were even a few touches of grey. It was a sharp contrast to where his mother had been standing....where an awkward teen now stood. She wore a pair of fashionable glasses, had long hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing a school t-shirt and shorts.
Suddenly, the two started up again. "I just finished practice...can't I help tomorrow?" Linda said.
Zoe looked at her. "I have a long day at work every day," she said. "I need your help around here...both of you..."
"Why can't Mikey pull his weight around here?" Linda asked.
"When he's fourteen, I'll ask him to do as much as you, I promise. He has chores too," Zoe said.
"Fine," Linda exclaimed. "What do you want me to do first?"
Jon noticed something...well, several somethings. There was no dinner...his mother had been in the middle of making it, but now it looked like it hadn't even been started. The room also looked different. Things were in different places. There were only so many ways you could arrange a room, but...everywhere he looked, things were different. What the...
