Former police lieutenant Alice Slade finally ended her night long trek, entering a small house by the back door. She walked mindlessly past the house's only occupant, a young woman who dressed rather tom boyishly despite a large pair of bosom and luxurious blond hair, who was talking on the phone.
She entered a bedroom, stripping down and pulling on a green jumper and jeans. She blinked, coming out of her trance. She walked back to her living room, which Karyn had suddenly exited, and picked up the phone again. "Hey Nick? Just hang on I'll be right there," she said.
"Alright, but I'm starting to get really worried," her best friend said on the other end, no completely male, "I mean, what if the stone were to fall into some nut job's hands, and they were to completely rearrange the order of the universe?"
"Don't worry, we'll find it before than, just hold back until I get there." Alice hung up the phone, and headed towards the Madison residence.
Lieutenant Sarah Slade took another swig of coffee as she stared down at the various files on her desk. Sarah had aged a bit, to around twenty eight years, though she was still a couple off from the wish's target. Her hair had also darkened slightly, now a very dirty blond, and pulled back into a ponytail as usual.
Officer Murphy entered the room, rolling his eyes when he saw Sarah still sitting there. "Ah, right were I left you," he said wryly, walking over to his superior's desk."So which investigation is bothering you now?"
"Those girls we arrested last night for the cocaine," she explained, "The case should be fairly open and shut, Call, and the Chief just wants to charge them with the worst possible crimes he can."
"But it's not just open and closed, or you would have found another case to pour over all night," Murphy stated.
Sara shook her head, "There are just some pieces that don't make any sense. Cocaine we found, for one thing. They were all exact half balls, which means the girls didn't get into them at all. When was the last time you heard of an addict getting a new batch and not enjoying a little? Yet their test claim they were tripping balls last night, which means they got into a completely separate batch of coke and left their personal stores untouched. What's even stranger is I can't trace the source for the life of me. Narcotics knows the coke came from none of the major players in the area, though those idiots also seem to think it originated from somewhere in France."
"I see. Where are those three now?" Murphy asked.
"Still in holding cells. One of them keeps cussing off the camera but the other two seem to have settled down... Wait a fucking second. Look at their Toxicology results. She handed the files to Murphy, who looked them over.
"They seem to be pretty damning, by all accounts," he said, "The girls must have worked up quite an immunity if they had this much in their bloodstreams and were acting that normally last night. Well, normal for teenage Goth girls, I suppose.
"No, not that! Look at that girl Jayne's statistics!"
Murphy flipped to her report, scanning it over. "It says she's six foot eight and over two hundred pounds. Isn't she she smallest of the bunch?"
"Exactly? So why would mess that up?"
"A typo maybe."
"On two places in such a dramatic manner? No, the person typing this up would have had to have a very specific seizure for that. It would look more like the person took an old file, and just retyped the information to match the girl."
"You're saying someone falsified the toxicology test?" Murphy asked incredulously. Perhaps Sarah had missed a little too much sleep.
"Not sure, but my gut tells me something's wrong here, and I intend to find out what," Lieutenant Slade announced, standing and making her way towards the crime lab. Rolling his eyes, the taller officer followed her, wondering who she would accuse of corruption first.
Zelda blinked, then looked around the pink room in confusion. Where was she? The last thing she could remember clearly was running on the school track two days ago, and then it was all a blur of lights and glitter and bubbly little thoughts. She gave the room another look around. It was a classic popular girl's room, all glamorous and filled with posters of movie stars. It sickened Zelda to look at such a shallow room, but then a peculiar notion struck her. This was her room.
But that was impossible. Even if her old room had been completely remodeled, the layout and size were still off. And yet an annoying little voice in the back of her mind told her it was her room. She hopped, down from her stool, then noticed what she was wearing.
"What the hell?" Zelda said, in a voice higher than the one she was used to. She was wearing a pink tube top and a white skirt, with slender bracelets that tinkled whenever she moved her arms. But the strangeness didn't stop at the clothes. Her breasts were smaller now, and was she shorter now?
Zelda looked in a mirror, and let out a squeak of surprise. Staring back at her was a some sort of fucking cheerleader, with bleach blond hair and unnaturally tan skin. She looked like that little shit Lucy, Tiffany's lapdog. The only thing out of place in the cloying scene was the pendant around Zelda's neck, which looked strangely like the one her friend Athena had... she reached up to touch it, but her instincts told her it was best not to mess with it.
Suddenly a phone rang, some god awful hip hop song as its ring tone. That same little voice seemed to be telling Zelda that was her phone, so she hesitantly rifled through a purse and pulled out a glossy pink cell.
The caller ID said Zoe, which was a welcome sign indeed. Zelda answered it, hoping Zoe might have some sort of explanation for this situation. "Hello?" she said.
"Zelda? You there? Like, get your ass over here! Those twins trying to put a wrench in our plans," Zoe said, though her tone was so different Zelda barely recognized her.
"Zoe? Why are you talking like that? What's going on here? What twins?"
"Like, I should ask the same of you! You sound weird Zelda. Never mind just get over to Michelle's house. We need to deal with these to before they can help those goth freaks!" Zoe hung up, leaving Zelda with far more questions than answers.
