"So, what were you planning to do with your life? Before all of this happened, I mean," Biff asked, as they walked up to his house.
"I wanted to become a nun. I still do," said the girl who looked like Athena, but who was actually a Catholic school girl named Angie. Biff still couldn't get past the fact that she didn't even resemble someone who aspired to become a nun. But, of course, the person he saw when he looked at her wasn't really her. And the same could be said about himself.
"What did you want to do?" she asked him.
"Play professional football, actually. But I guess those plans are out the window. They don't let girls play."
"But you're not really a girl."
"I'm not sure that matters. It's what they see." Biff stopped at the front door and was about to open it, but forgot that he didn't have his key (Zoe most likely had it instead). So, he bent over and picked up a large stone sitting among the bushes. Underneath was a back-up key. He used it to open the door and then they both walked in.
"Is anyone here?" Angie asked.
"My parents should be here, but ..." He walked further in, then yelled "Mom? Dad? Are you here?" But no one answered. "It looks like we have the place to ourselves. Come on. My bedroom's this way."
They walked up the stairs to the second floor and then down the hall to his room. Once inside, he went straight to his closet. It was time to take Zoe's clothes off. But as he reached for the closet door to open it, he stopped.
Angie sat on the bed. "What's wrong?"
He turned around and went to his mirror. For the first time that day, he admired how his reflection looked. Why was he trading this outfit for one of his old ones anyway? It just didn't make any sense.
"I think I'm gonna keep this outfit on," Biff said.
Angie looked confused. "But isn't that why you came home? To change? And why would you want to look like one of those heathens anyway?"
"They're not heathens!" Biff yelled, spinning around and glaring at Angie. And then suddenly, as if his outburst had triggered something, Biff's face filled with confusion. "I can't believe I just said that. What's wrong with me?" He looked down at the black gothic dress that he was still wearing. "I really wanted to keep this dress on. I felt like it was right that I should be wearing it." He grabbed his head and sat down on the bed next to Angie. "I feel like I'm losing part of myself."
