Mikey focused on the vison, and recognized the girl he'd sensed. He'd seen her at the McDonalds...she was even wearing one of their uniforms. It was pointless to try and catch her now. He couldn't get out of school.
"Mikey, could you come up and do the problem on the board?" He looked up at Mrs. Wilson and was startled. He hadn't been paying attention, and it was obvious.
Mrs. Wilson was in her 70s. When he'd come into the room, she'd looked ten years younger, and the dark brown had just started to come back into her hair. Now she looked twenty years younger than that, putting her in her 40s. Her hair was more dark brown than grey, and she seemed even more full of energy.
