Complete Stranger

The girl wearing Zoe's clothing opened her mouth and said "How did I get here? And why am I dressed in these dreadful clothes?" She looked down with disgust at the black corset, the black ripped miniskirt and black buckled boots with three-inch stacks that she was apparently wearing. But why? She had no clue. That definitely was not his sister's voice. He walked further into the room and got a better look at her, seeing that it was indeed someone else entirely. She wasn't even the same age. *This* person looked to be in her mid to late thirties. Jon didn't recognize her. She was a complete stranger. "Well?" the woman said. "Speak up, young man. Tell me what's happening." *Easier said than done,* Jon thought.