Leonard Drullers was stepping out of the bookstore when someone literally bumped into him. "Oh, sorry, Leonard," a female voice said, before moving on. He paused for a few seconds, then chased after her. It couldn't be.
He finally got a better look at the girl with the familiar voice who had bumped into him. "Melissa Smith?" he tested.
She turned, and his jaw nearly hit the floor. "Yes?"
"Did you umm...hit your head or something?" She looked like she'd found her clothes in a goodwill box. Was she a pod person or something? Was he dreaming?
"I don't think so," she said, checking. "Are you all right? You're staring at me..."
