Stacy continued walking through the neighborhood until she spotted a one-floor house about two blocks away, in a poorer part of the neighborhood than she was used to, if she could remember anything from her former life.
She walked in and walked past an elderly man. He was sitting in a la-z-boy chair, watching TV. He made no notice of her as she walked by.
Then she made her way down the hall, as if she knew exactly where she was going, then headed into the master bedroom. She then began opening various drawers and the closet, picking out dowdy and unattractive clothing she had never worn before (and never ever wanted to either), but for some reason the clothing seemed totally right for her.
And when she was done dressing up in her "new" clothes, the daze that her mind was in for the past several minutes finally lifted.
Mrs. Stacy Williams, who was an English teacher at the high school, was confused. What was she doing back at home? She had a class to teach in just a few minutes!
As she rushed out of the house (she noted how spry she suddenly was - she felt like she was at least twenty years younger), the former Mrs. Rose Williams suddenly went blank-faced. She was in her classroom getting ready for her next class to begin, but then all of a sudden, everything seemed wrong. And she had an overwhelming urge to change her clothes. So, the elderly woman just left the classroom and strolled down the hallway. No one even noticed that she had left.
