"That was extremely embarrassing!" Said Jane.
"It could have been a lot worse..."
"Jason, the police laughed at us!"
"Alright, it couldn't have been much worse. I can't believe they laughed at our story and told us to leave!"
"We were lucky to escape with our lives today!"
"We were... We've had a tough day, do you want to get a pizza?"
"No thanks."
"Come on, it could be fun, pizza and a movie at mine?"
"Jason, after the day we've had I just want to go home and sleep."
"Okay. I'll walk with you to the bus stop."

After Jane waved goodbye to Jason she walked the five minutes towards her flat. After climbing the five flights of stairs, because there was no way she would use the lift, she reached her floor. She waved at her neighbour, Maria, as the lady came out of her flat. Maria was around the same age as Jane and was a free spirit, she had moved to London two years ago and had quickly become friends with her, and she sometimes came around Jane's for tea. Maria looked at Jane confused and walked away quickly. 'Weird', thought Jane, Maria was usually so friendly.

Jane ignored this, Maria was probably busy and to be honest Jane felt so tired and didn't feel like she could deal with one of Maria's long chats, which were usually about her many art projects. She fiddled in her pockets to get her key out. She couldn't wait to just sink into her warm bed and let sleep claim her. There the key was. She put the key in the lock and unlocked the flat. She turned on the light and gasped at the sight before her, this couldn't be her flat. Could it?

Instead of soothing cream walls and a dark purple sofa she was greeted by pink wallpaper and green armchairs. She blinked. Was she just tired? No, it was still there. Had she walked into the wrong flat? No definitely not, her key had fit in the lock, this was her flat. She shut the door and walked further in. Had some crazy decorators come in while she was at work nearly being killed, and redone her whole house? It looked like it. The kitchen was different, all wooden fittings. The bedroom was different with a huge dresser and a completely different bed. She walked into the bathroom. Even the bathroom was different. She was completely baffled. She walked back into the living room. None of her DVD's were there, neither was her pile of books that she usually kept by her sofa. Was this all a big prank? Maybe it was all a big prank? Perhaps everyone at the office was in on it. Anytime now a group of people could walk in her door yelling "You've been pranked! We made you think that you were going to die at your office at the hand of some strange, other-worldly creatures and we've re-decorated your house!" It didn't sound likely but that was the best explanation she could think of. Maybe Jason was in on it too.

She didn't really like the new style of the flat, she hoped that they would change it back once they revealed that it was a prank. She decided that she would wait for them here. She sat down in one of the green armchairs. Actually, maybe she would ask to keep one of the armchairs, it was rather comfy. And with that she drifted off to sleep.

Jane woke up to a strange woman's voice.
"Thank you sir, see you soon."
Jane looked around. There was someone in her flat!
The woman saw her looking and put the phone down. "Get out!" She yelled.
Jane turned around. Who was she yelling at? There was no-one else in the flat besides her and the woman who was yelling.
"Get out!"
Jane got out of the armchair and turned to the woman. "What?" She asked.
"Get out!" Repeated the woman brandishing a saucepan.
"What are you doing?" Asked Jane.
"Get out of my flat!" Cried the woman hysterically.
"Your flat?" Asked Jane, "What sort of prank is this?"

The woman was saved from answering by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" She cried.
"Mr Murray, the landlord. You called for me?"
"Okay." "Stay there!" She yelled at Jane as she opened the door.
Mr Murray, a balding man in his mid-fifties came in. He stared at Jane.
"Mr Murray!" Cried Jane, "Who is this woman?" It was clear to Jane that this wasn't a prank.
"This woman is the owner of this flat." He replied.
"What? Mr Murray, I've owned this flat for five years! You know who I am!"
"Please leave this flat now Miss."
"How did she get in?" Asked the woman.
"With my key of course!"
"Please hand over your key Miss." Asked Mr Murray.
"Why?"
"Miss. Whatever you believe otherwise, this woman has owned this flat for five years, not you. She has called the police and unless you hand over your key and leave right now you will be spending the night in custody."
"But this is my flat!"
"For the last time this is not your flat, neither I nor this woman have ever met you before in our lives."
Jane reluctantly handed over her key to the landlord and walked out of the flat. What had just happened?
She got out her mobile and phoned the only person she thought could help. "Jason, you'll never guess what has just happened."