Karyn began walking home after that fateful meeting with Jon, fidgeting with her new hair and trying to ignore her new bust. But as she approached the intersection of 52nd Street and Glass, her eyes began to glow a bright, golden yellow. She stopped just before entering the crosswalk, her legs stick-straight, her arms falling limp at her sides. After a moment she turned, walking down the sidewalk of Glass Street, instead of crossing it and continuing along 52nd. It was a stiff walk, an unnatural one, and as the glow left her eyes a moment later, it was only replaced by a blank stare.
Karyn only walked a few more blocks before arriving at her destination: 900 Glass Street. And, as if someone was expecting her (because, indeed, someone was), the door to the house creaked open, even as Karyn stood blithely at the foot of the driveway, and a congenial voice invited her inside.
