"Hey, what are you doing out here so early?" A female voice said. He turned...and to his surprise, it was...Zoe.
But not the Zoe he usually saw. She was wearing a dark olive jacket, half zipped, with a black t-shirt under it. Her jeans were ripped around the knees, and she had on a pair of brown boots. Most shockingly was the fair complexion and the shoulder length red hair.
"Umm...ummm..." Jon said, stumbling, the color draining out of his face.
"You all right?" Zoe said, moving to sit next to him. "You look sick all of the sudden," she said.
He felt sick all of the sudden. "You look different," he said, weakly.
Zoe looked down at herself, frowning. "Come on, you've seen this jacket a million times."
"Have I?" He asked. "Something's happened..to you, maybe. Who are you?"
Zoe rolled her eyes in a very familiar Zoe-like way. "What do you mean, who am I? Zoe."
"So, you don't just look like her....and..."
"I don't look like Zoe? Is this a pod people situation?" She asked, incredulously. "You're losing it here." She turned serious. Zoe would have just walked away cursing at this point. "Look, just tell me what you think is going on..."
"Who am I?"
"Jon, if you have some kind of amnesia, I swear..."
"No, I meant, who are we? I mean, you have red hair..."
"I've always had..." she trailed off, and grabbed his shirt. "You used it, didn't you? What color is my hair supposed to be?"
