Lydia had dozed off in front of the TV with Buster. When the doorbell rang, she wrapped a blanket around her waist and went to answer it, Buster following her.
Dr. Michaels and Dr. Grant were standing on her doorstep. Dr. Grant was holding a shopping bag, and Dr. Michaels had a small doctor's bag. "I don't normally make housecalls," he said. "But...I had wanted to meet your dog...although I was going to ask you to bring him down for a full examination. May we come in?"
Lydia stepped aside, revealing Buster, dressed in yoga pants. "Interesting," the doctor remarked. "Did he wake up fully dressed?"
"No, I helped him," Lydia said.
Even in this situation, dressing a dog seemed a bit odd. The two doctors exchanged glances at that, wondering if they should get the newest member of their team to talk to her. Rebecca Fine was a fortunate find, having the qualifications and the moral flexibility to do the job.
"Would you mind if we examine him?"
"Sure," Lydia said, reaching for the bag. "I'm going to go get something on."
Dr. Michaels conducted a visual examination. "While certainly, these clothes are much smaller than they should be, if they used to belong to her..he seems to fit into them...also, there seems to be some swelling in the area around the tail. If he is fully functional, like the others...I wonder what the implications are..."
"I know everyone is fascinated by this, but these are real people...I'm a bit afraid they think we are going to find a fix any day now," his colleague said.
"Well, whatever did this is beyond our science. But, the fact that somehow, the tabloids and newspapers aren't all over this is a bit odd in itself."
"We've kept a lid on it...and even if it did leak out...you think any of the national news outlets would believe this. No scars, no evidence...resizing yoga pants..." she commented. "I am seeing it, and I don't believe it."
Lydia returned, wearing a very loose skirt. It was then they both noticed another clue.
