Sarah would have been puzzled by it, but she found herself turning around as well. She suddenly felt like an impostor. Like she was living someone else's life. She needed to find a new life, her true life.
She walked down the street, and, after a meandering path, entered an apartment building. She headed up the stairs and into an apartment, the locked door seemingly no obstacle. Off came the too-short t-shirt, the tight jeans. After some riffling in the closet, past several skirt-suit combinations, she found a much more casual blue blouse and skirt that looked professional, yet fashionable at the same time, and put it on with a set of flat shoes(after all, teachers did stand around a lot), and blinked.
She'd come home during a period where she didn't have a class because she'd forgotten a stack of papers she'd graded. Where had she left her keys? She searched for a few minutes, and found them in the door to her apartment. How had she done something so scatterbrained?
She headed back to her little blue car, passing Kelly, formerly Robertson, who was wandering off in another direction entirely, unsure of who exactly she was.
