The breach the door to find no one outside, apparently everyone was already inside. They made their way to their car and fought over who was to drive. Eventually they decided that right hand person should go first.
They begin driving down the road, and it becomes quickly apparent that the mall wasn't isolated.
Down the street people were all walking with perfectly rounded bobcuts and pencil skirts with tights, man or woman, young or old, all slowly morphing into various chronological versions of Anna.
They passed another Salon, this one with giant buns on each person who lefts head. Anna had worn her hair like that once a few months ago. What was the logic...how did this work...
They pulled into a parking lot of a closed home improvement store, and tried to recollect their thoughts.
