Jenny continued to skip down the street, humming quietly to herself. She tried to greet everyone on the street she knew, and if she didn't recognize them, she made up a phony generic name for them and walked briskly past before anyone could correct her. Then, as she turned the corner of Third and Walker, she nearly ran smack dab into a trio of familiar faces. Memories of the night surged out from the corners of her mind, and she could do nothing but smile shyly and push past them. No no no, it's just a dream! Deja vu, is all. She'll feel better when she gets to her workplace at the publishing office.