A sudden knock breaks the quiet of your apartment—sharp, confident, impossible to ignore. You hesitate for a second before walking to the door and opening it.

Standing there is Janice.

She leans slightly against the doorframe, smiling wide—too wide—her eyes lighting up the moment she sees you. Her curly brown hair spills around her shoulders, lively as ever, but everything else about her feels… different. Stronger. Her light blue fitted top clings to a noticeably athletic frame, her arms toned and defined, her posture radiating bold confidence. The matching leggings complete the look, making it impossible not to notice how much she’s changed.

Then she speaks.

“Oh… my… God.”

That voice—nasal, drawn-out, unmistakably hers—cuts right through you. It’s just as loud, just as dramatic, just as annoying as ever. She steps a little closer, her grin widening, clearly enjoying your stunned reaction.

“I mean, look at you! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She casually flexes her arm as she talks, like she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it—or maybe she does. Either way, it’s hard not to notice.

Before you can respond, she tilts her head, studying you with exaggerated curiosity.

“So… are you gonna just stand there,” she says, her voice rising in that familiar, theatrical way, “or are you gonna let your future girlfriend in?”

She laughs—loud, echoing, completely over the top.

And just like that, you realize: she may look different… but she’s still absolutely, undeniably Janice.