(Author's Note: This is a near-copy of an episode by ktlc34. There are only minor edits.)
Sandy Foxworth, who was about 60 years older an hour before, was now riding in the passenger seat of her daughter's car (her unmarried daughter), and she couldn't stop talking.
Cassandra had been a wise old cat lady, something she had become from years of experience in the world. She had traveled Europe, been married and divorced. She had even been an important person in the feminist movement of the 1960's, holding jobs before it was the norm for women to do so, and gaining the reputation of something of a firecracker, which was only helped by her fire red hair. Cassandra was a woman of adventure who had settled into a life of waiting for death with her cats - a coda to a full life.
Then suddenly, she had been chosen and was young again. She was so full of energy and she just couldn't stop talking. It was like all of the day needed to be shared, everything was important. Her daughter just nodded, apparently used to tuning her out (or maybe she was too in shock to say anything due to the fact that her mother was now less than half her own age). Still, Sandy went on about cheerleading and how awesome her flips in the air were and how she saw this football player staring at her, and how happy that made her. Sandy thought that was strange, since in her life as Cassandra, she had put up with so much bull from men that she had basically written them off, but now she was young and he was kind of a hunk, so who knew, right?
After finally getting home, Sandy stretched as she got out of the car. Movement felt so easy now! It was totally cool. Then she ran to the door. Running felt so good. She wanted to run everywhere she went! She had to call people and find out what they thought.
Running to her room, she didn't even take notice of her cats. But who needed them anyway? She was young, there were guys and stuff and life to live. Maybe she should call the guy who was looking at her? Or not? She didn't know.
