Lydia Warren, Mikey's teacher, was out for her morning jog. The morning was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, a nice breeze that she revelled in. Suddenly, without warning, something happened in her focus. She lost track of what she was doing. Something felt wrong.
She stopped her jog, and shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Suddenly, with absolute clarity, she turned up the sidewalk to the nearest house and walked in as if she owned the place. Inside was a family eating breakfast. They briefly looked up at Lydia, who by the dining room on her way to the bedrooms, where she knew it was time to change her clothes.
In the hallway, she pushed open the door to the bedroom of...
