“What's wrong, Aunt Stephanie?” asked Megan.
She looked different, having a new father in this strange reality – but she was still Steve's daughter. She
just resembled Janet now far more than Steve remembered from his own reality. He wondered how much (if at all)
her personality had been altered.
“Oh... uh... well...” stammered Steve, uncomfortable at how his own daughter now thought he was her aunt.
“I've just got a splitting migraine headache. That's all. I'll be fine, really.”
“Let me get you something for that,” said Megan, disappearing into the kitchen.
“You've got a good kid there, Janet!” said Gene, looking up from the couch.
“Lord knows she doesn't it from her father,” mumbled Janet, still irritated about the other Steve leaving for
his fishing trip.
“You want aspirin or ibuprofen?” called Megan from the kitchen. “Aunt Stephanie?”
Steve nervously walked into his own kitchen, feeling intensely embarrassed to be walking around in a skirt and
these black granny boots he now wore. Once out in the kitchen, alone with Megan he saw she wasn't really
getting anything for his imaginary headache. The twelve-year old girl was standing there, with arms folded and
a worried look on her face.
“Tell me the truth, Aunt Stephanie,” she whispered. “What's really going on?”
What next?