Different Look Means Different Life

"Now tell me what's so odd," I asked. "Well," Karyn replied. "My whole bedroom is different. The furniture, the clothes, everything. It's like someone else lives here and not me." "Well, what's so wrong with that?" I asked her. She started to sob again. I wasn't sure why she was so distraught over such a small change. At least, *I* thought it was a small change. She could just buy new clothes. "There's *a lot* wrong with that, Jon. But as bad as that is, it gets worse." "Worse? How much worse?" "Well ..."