"I hate you! I wish you weren't my mother," Zoe yelled. Suddenly everything around her faded to black. And then a moment later, everything came back into focus.
"Rachel?" a woman asked. She was bent over Zoe, who apparently was on the floor.
As Zoe's senses cleared, she sat up and looked around. "Where am I?" she asked.
"You're in the kitchen. You were making a salad for yourself and then you just collapsed."
"Collapsed?" Zoe stood up and looked around. "This isn't my house." She turned towards the strange woman. "Where am I? Who are you?"
"Oh, Rachel. You must have hit your head harder than you thought."
"Rachel? My name is Zoe. Zoe Gibson."
