I brought the outfit to the cash register. “Welcome” a voice said. We looked around, but there was no one in sight. “I’m right here!” it said again. I looked over the counter; there stood a petite old woman with thick-rimmed glasses. She smiled at me. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” I nodded my head yes. Mateo shrugged his shoulders looking just as bewildered as i felt. The woman examined the pink leather pants. “My, what an interesting selection… you know i had a pair just like this during the Eighties. Pants like these are an oddity, then again, all of our clothes have a certain… odd quality about them.” Mateo took the bag of clothes. “We don’t need to hear your life story” he snapped “Come on Katie”. As we walked away i heard the old woman mutter a few words. I couldn’t understand the language, but the sound of it sent shivers down my spine. As soon as Mateo dropped me off at home, i ripped off the tags and tried on my new outfit. It fit perfectly, a little too perfect.