"Furniture? Last week?" Emily paused to stare at him. Should she say anything? It was going to sound weird, but he had already started the weirdness himself. "You know... I woke up on Sunday morning in my guest room. I didn't even recognize it was my guest room because all the furniture was different. Most of it old and worn, things really don't want to even keep, and some of it looked like brand new Ikea stuff. And I have no explanation for any of it. The furniture in my whole apartment was a bit off, somehow, it took me and Vinnie the whole morning to rearrange it back to the way it used to be."