you were wandering at night through the rainy streets of Florida in 1985, looking for shelter and warmth like some kitten that had strayed from the warm belly of its mother cat... when suddenly, fortunately for you, a rather pleasant, high-pitched female voice with a British accent called out to you. “kiddy, my God, you’re going to catch a cold!” a tall, slender lady who looked like a typical red-haired Barbie of the 80s called out to you excitedly. her curly hair was gathered in a side ponytail with a lilac bow, and her blind, green eyes looked at you with some compassion - oh, honey, come here quickly, wait out this rain with me and then go about your business - the woman opened the door wider for you, allowing you to enter your home.