"Okay," Jon muttered, his mind racing, "a marathon. That gives me time, but how much?" He grabbed the remote and pulled up the channel guide. Five episodes back-to-back. Each is roughly an hour long. That meant he had about three hours before his mom potentially disappeared forever.
He looked at Rebecca, still fixated on the screen, jealousy radiating off her like heat from an engine. "Rebecca, I need your help."
She scoffed, not taking her eyes off the TV. "Help you? Why would I help you? That... impostor... took my life."
"No, she didn't," Jon argued, trying to keep his voice calm. "Something weird is happening. My mother is in that show, replacing you. Seeing you here proves that you're not gone, just... displaced.
Rebecca finally turned a flicker of doubt in her eyes. "Lost? What do you mean, lost?"
"I mean," Jon said, choosing his words carefully, "If we don’t do so something, she will become Stone's secretary. She'll forget who she is, who we are. My brother, My Sister... me... she will forget us all."
That seemed to get through to her. The mention of family, of loss, struck a chord. "Okay," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay, I'll help. What do we do?"
Meanwhile off camera
Now Stone had left Rebbeca’s apartment Jane began to have a look around and enjoy her "Dream". She had always wanted to have a look at the sultry woman’s closet. Jane remembered how pretty Rebbeca had looked when she had watched the show with her dad (how she missed him) and was wondering how detailed this "dream" was. She turned away from the window and headed for the door she knew led to Rebbeca's bedroom and her closet. She opened the room door walked in opened the closet and found herself looking at the outfits that had made her think so highly of Rebbeca when she was so much younger.
“I wonder if I could try this on?” she said picking out a dress. “Wait this is my dream who is there to stop me? Laying the dress on the bed.
Elsewhere
In a room, a phone rang out. A figure moved to answer it.
“Is it done?” Good, good. I will have an associate of mine arrive shortly with your fee. Thank you once again for such prompt work.” Then the phone was hung up.
Back with Stone and Jones
“I am not sure if that is a compliment or an insult.” Stone said to his friend smiling.
“You take it any way you want.” The policeman went on to say.
“I thought you were a friend of mine?” Stone asked the policeman.
"I am Stone that’s why I am taking you in.” Jones told the other man as they walked along the street towards the police station.
