Brenda spends a couple of hours standing and looking pretty, while shoppers stroll past, and occassionally stop and look at her and her clothing. Shortly after she has begun to imagine an itch at the end of her nose, she notices a young lady smiling at her. She looks around and then steps gracefully through the glass as if it didn't exist.
"I like your sense of style, but darling, we have to do something with your hair," and she begins to fuss with Brenda's head. Only after she steps to the side can Brenda see that she now has a blonde beehive hairdo gracing the crown of her head.
"Oh, by the way, my name is Rebbeca, and I belive yours was Brenda. Nice to meet you. I'm ever so thankful that you used up so much of the power that was holding me captive in that dingy old house. So cold, and lifeless. Now that I am free again, and I can wander the earth helping people like you . . . cackle . . . I mean mannequins like you."
As she starts to walk away she turns and says . . .
Thu Mar 9 17:37:01 2000