That was when Walter looked down and noticed his outfit. He was wearing a green blouse and a pair of embroidered jeans, something a young girl might wear. Walter was also vaguely aware of the fact that he no longer felt sick in the slightest, to the point where he found himself wondering if he was ever sick to begin with.
The doorbell rang, and the the woman went to answer it. It was a rather attractive woman, a few years younger than his mother.
Wait...did I just think of Mommy as my mother? Walter looked around, confused, but analyzing the situation.
"Thanks for talking him out for the rest of the day. I must warn you, Walter has a rather big imagination, and a lot of energy." Gail said.
Mia smiled. "I understand." And she did. She had two of her own.
"We really should have lunch sometime," Gail said. "Both you and your friend...her name escapes me...I apologize."
"Topanga," Mia said. "We'll see when we are all available."
"Again, thanks. Walter, dear...have a nice time with Mrs. McKay."
Walter found himself being pushed out of his own house with a complete stranger, toward a minivan. He saw two young girls giggling with each other inside the open door, and an even younger girl being tended to by a woman who resembled Mrs. McKay.
"Hi, Walter," Zahara and Stephi chirped, letting him get in.
"Umm...hi.." he said, nervously.
"What's wrong?" Stephi asked.
"I'm not sure," he said. "This strange woman came into my house, and acted like she was my mommy...." he didn't notice he was using the word mommy. "Then she told me I was going to the library..."
Zahara giggled. Walter told some odd stories, but he was a lot of fun.
"Is this like last time when you said your big sister was friends with an alien?" Stephi said, suspiciously.
