"Yeah," Jon said. "Exactly like that," he said. He urged her up to the master bedroom. "You can borrow my Mom's clothes. find something and change into it."
He closed the door and leaned against the wall, exhaling. Not only was his mother trapped in a TV show...but he was stuck with trying to hide a fictional character in his house.
In a few minutes, Rebecca peeked out of the door. "How's this?" She asked. She was wearing a blouse and a skirt, and a pair of his mom's shoes. The hair was still wrong, but at least she'd blend in a bit more.
"Fine," he said.
"I picked these shoes without heels...my feet were killing me..." she frowned. "I've never had that problem before," she said.
Jon sighed. "Look...things are a bit different here than...where you are from. At least, I think. You work for a detective...do you do anything else...I mean, outside of work."
She seemed to think about it. "I go home, make dinner, and come back the next day...sometimes something really exciting happens...."
"Like what?"
"Well, one time someone owed Mr. S money, and they came into the office with a gun..." She paused and sighed. "But usually I just answer the phone and let Mr. S tell me about his case...and that helps him figure out what to do."
"You must have some kind of backstory...I mean...you weren't born working, right?" He tried.
"It seems like I've been working for Mr. S forever. I remember the first time we..." she trailed off, then looked around. "Usually this is where I get to relive the memory..." she frowned. "I guess I'll just have to tell you about it..."
Great...she's waiting for a flashback... Jon said. This wasn't helping.
