For hours, Mikey had been receiving "intel" on who was searching for new clothes. But he was stuck at school, so he couldn't do anything about it. But then suddenly he flinched, as his mind told him that a new person was now looking for clothes. And that person was at his school!
Mikey stood up in class. "Um, Mrs. Wilson?"
The teacher looked oddly at him. "My name is Miss Warren, Mikey. Is there something wrong?"
Mikey looked at her. She was even younger now. All of her gray hair was gone, now replaced by long beautiful brown hair. Mrs. Wilson was eighty years old, but now she looked more like fifty, maybe forty-five. And her body seemed a lot more shapely than it did before.
"Mikey?" she asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"I need to use the bathroom."
"Okay, but be quick."
Mikey dashed out of the room and into the hallway, where he spotted the person who was looking for new clothes. It was a little girl. She was walking mindlessly down the hall, but no one except for Mikey even noticed.
