You slowly open your eyes and look around, vaugely remembering the old lady and the tea. You look around and realize you are in a bedroom, albeit one that is very dirty and is a great deal of disarray.
"Ahh, good, I see you are awake," says the old lady, who you are suddenly aware is sitting at the foot of your bed.
"Yeah, I am," you reply. "That must have been some hardcore chamomile tea you made me. I've never passed out like that before."
You sit up in bed and look at the old woman. She's wearing a blouse and skirt, her silvery hair tied behind her head.
"It's no problem," she replies. She sits down next to you. "I know about you. You secret hopes and wishes. Night after night wasted on your comic books, your dreams of being like the heroes on those pages. I can make those dreams come true. I can make you into the hero you aspire to be."
"How?" you ask, still stunned she knew your deepest secret, something you'd never told to anyone.
She hands you a feather duster. "Clean the room, tidy it up. When you finish, I will give you your wish."
"What? Why?" you ask, still confused.
"Because, my silly boy, nothing in this world is free," she replies.
And with that, she disappears in a cloud of white smoke. As the smoke dissapates, you start to realize she may be telling the truth. Excited and with you heart racing, you start dusting the various pieces of furniture.