"Marcie, stop this," he said. His voice echoed dully in the bathroom that was alien, but also strangely human. This had to be a nightmare. Any time now she'd wake up and she'd know her name. She'd be in a normal house with humans.
"I'm not Marcie." She pointed at the stranger in the mirror. "That isn't me."
She stared at the redheaded voluptuous stranger with the sultry face and the alien who towered over her. For a moment, she'd had a clear vision of what she should see in the mirror. Then it disappeared, like knowledge of her name and where she belonged disappeared. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold onto it.
"Who are you?"
"I don't know who I am, but that's not me." She gestured at the polished silver where their images showed. "Everything is wrong."