Thirty-year old Crystal Evans stumbled out of the shoddy apartment complex on Elm Street. Another job well done. She took a cigarette, put it in her mouth, and lit it. As she did, she straightened her leather miniskirt as well as possible. Looking down at herself, she realized that she was starting to get a snag in her fishnet stockings.
A car drove by, the female driver giving her a disgusted look. She was used to it. Yeah, she was hooker. So what? Some women were good at typing, some were good at cooking. She was just one of them that was good at fucking.
As she walked down the street back to her own shoddy apartment, the cloud quietly snuck up behind her and entered her body, unnoticed. If the cloud could have smiled, it would have. Anybody coming in close proximity to Crystal would become like Crystal (a dirty street-walking whore) in the same way that anyone who had come close to Zoe became like Zoe (the original Zoe).
When Crystal turned the corner onto Maple Street, she spotted the car that had passed her a moment ago. It was stopped at red light.
