Jennifer had woken up in bed, nude, which seemed a bit strange. Had they messed around the night before? Her recollection was very fuzzy. The covers were tangled, shoved towards the foot of the bed. Edward was not beside her, apparently having gotten up earlier. She put on a robe and went downstairs.
"What's wrong, honey?" Edward sitting at the table, ashen faced, looked up with a shell shocked expression.
"You... you're back to normal," he said, staring at her with startled disbelief.
"What... what do you mean?" Jennifer asked, perplexed.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what, Edward?"
"The... you..." Edward stopped and then started again. "You woke up... you woke
me
up... then you transformed... and you were up there for the past 40 minutes... by yourself..."
Jennifer held a hand up. "Can you please, honey, just slow down and start over?"
Edward took a few breaths and began again, this time more calmly and coherently, and Jennifer felt her face flushing in embarrassment as he described in some uncomfortable detail what had occurred.
She couldn't possibly do anything but take him at his word, unquestioningly accepting his story in entirety. This time, he hadn't been asleep, or anything close to it. And then everything about her husband's demeanor, his expression, the elaboration, everything put together, no matter how insane it sounded, resonated with the truth, so earnest and complete was his account.
The scientist in her was also at work in parallel, processing this information in a detached, emotionless way as she absorbed the details and began to suspect how this could possibly be true. She sat quietly for a few moments, turning things over in her head.
"It sounds... it sounds a lot like I-New," she said abruptly.