Alex sat alone in her living room. Well, Henry's living room. Everything was not hers anymore since Henry wasn't actually dead. She pressed a piece of matching puzzle into place on the table before her. The tour had rattled her. She couldn't help reliving every moment with fake Jack over and over. She tried to pinpoint exactly when things started to go wrong. Was it the tennis courts? Or was it before that?
The lock at the door turned from the other side. A man walked through, not a man she recognized, but one that was dressed like someone she did. He had long brown hair tied in a ponytail and a trimmed beard. He was dressed as Henry had been, but when he turned to her, he was a completely different person, a hybrid even.
"Hi baby, did you miss me?"
Alex hesitated a moment. Was this for real? "Hi sweetie," she replied hesitantly.
"Is something wrong, baby? Are you feeling okay? You look pale. Can I get you something?" He rushed to her side and held his hand up to her forehead.