"Yes." Andrew, a tall, fit twenty year old, said slowly, looking at the strange sight in front of him. It was very obvious that was his step-mom's body, he was sure of that, but the rest of what he was seeing was something he was having a great deal of difficulty coming to terms with.

"I thought it might be her." The old man said. "I've seen her around the block here. So, this is the inside of your house? Not bad at all."

"Who, who cares what the house looks like? Why the hell is your head on my step-mom's body?"

"That, Andrew, is an excellent question. An excellent question."