"Sharon! What are you doing in my shower?" he exclaimed.
She turned off the water and turned to face him, apparently unperturbed by his getting a full frontal view. "And why shouldn't your wife be in 'your' shower?" she asked tartly.
"Wife? What are you talking about? I'm a sixteen year-old high school student, for chrisake!"
"What is the matter with you? You're twenty-four and we've been married for two years. Look at yourself in the mirror if you don't believe me."
Jim did so. Instead of the expected pimply sixteen year-old, the reflection showed that he was a young man who might well be twenty-four. Turning back to Sharon, he realised that she too looked a little older than he remembered her, if less obviously so than himself.
"I've either lost eight years out of my memory, or I've been deposited in an alternate reality," he mused. "But how come that's my old bedroom out there?"
"When your father retired last fall, your parents decided to move out west and let us have this place. It was sweet of them. Jim, are you really telling me that you can remember nothing of the last eight years?"
"Uh-huh... Sharon, I'm frightened. How am I going to cope? I might have a twenty-four year-old's body, but I've only got a sixteen year-old's level of maturity. And I've missed out on a lot of education, too."
Mon Jun 3 01:48:27 2002