Charging down the stairs leading from the attic Erika falls head first out the doorway and into the hall. She was holding a death grip on her Hazel the Witch costume she wore seven years back. It was small for her now but seemed better this than some of the other monsters her Mother had made her dress up like.
Bursting into her bedroom a shivering Meg lay on the bed her eyes bugged out and opened wide while out of her mouth was running some drool.
Quickly Meg shoved the threads of her old witch costume between the fingers of Meg's tightly clasp together hands. The salve and the costume began to meld Meg into someone powerful in Tv history.