Room 417, Monday morning
Jaye had a pretty good weekend, what with all the wee children running around so she can maybe potentially embarrass them as adults. When she wakes up, she's totally prepared to head over to the Photo Hut to get the pictures developed, but she feels just a little off somehow.
And when she rubs her eye, she noticed her hand doesn't feel the way it should. In fact, upon opening her eyes, it doesn't look the way it should, either.
Oh, crap.
Jaye gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror.
The "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" might be heard the rest of the way down the fourth floor.
[I've decided Jaye is a stick figure. She looks like the icon. What? I haven't done anything cracky with her in a while.]
And when she rubs her eye, she noticed her hand doesn't feel the way it should. In fact, upon opening her eyes, it doesn't look the way it should, either.
Oh, crap.
Jaye gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror.
The "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" might be heard the rest of the way down the fourth floor.
[I've decided Jaye is a stick figure. She looks like the icon. What? I haven't done anything cracky with her in a while.]