"Hello dear." If Laura hadn't been so distracted by becoming younger, she would've heard the squeaking of the cart before Anna had opened the door. "Is something wrong?"
The sixty-three year old was working part-time for the accounting firm as a janitor. Anna was a tiny Asian woman who maybe had been five foot three during her prime.
"Hello Anna. I'm just tired from tax season."
Anna started to tidy up a bit while talking. "You certainly seem to be well to me." She picked up a box to throw away as it seemed to be ready to fall apart.
That's the Dice Box. "No don't - "