That following morning, Alice was fixing breakfast. Michael had just sat down when Catlyn walkwed in.
Already the changes were starting to happen; she was slitghtly taller and her skin looked pale, as if she hadn't been outside for weeks. The only color in her hace was her red lips and a touch of red in her nose, which looked like it was starting to plump up. There were even strands of pink shooting through her blonde hair.
"Hi honey," Alice said as her daughter sat down. How do you feel?"
Catlyn giggled. "I feel-hee-hee-funny."