As the time stamp on the screen shows 20:55 last night, there's a woman, Diana Doll's personal assistant, walking up the stairs. Just before half past...nine she comes down the stairs again, passes the reception desk and seems to nod a hello to someone behind it, just out of sight of the camera view, and then she disappears to the right of the picture.Less than an hour later someone who could only be Aron, the long haired kid we met when we got here, comes through the door marked Concierge behind. Your mind will work mostly the same, but no one will have a clue you have a brain behind the giggling and the mass of blonde hair you’re going to end up with. Oh, hey, your hips are starting to widen.’ I looked up at the mirror. Sure enough, my hips were becoming wider, curving into my seemingly smaller waist. I glanced back at Buffy/Wendy. Her dark hair was becoming more prominent and her curves seemed less lush. ‘It’s a virus?’ I said. ‘I’m getting sick?’ ‘Not a virus in the traditional. "Just down the hall in its closet," Frank responded.Jeff and Diana both started laughing for real."What's so funny?" Margaret asked, as she helped load the cases onto the cart."Do you know how much stuff we've carried back and forth by hand? And you casually roll that thing out. Man, I feel like a fool. I guess that's one closet I didn't look in." There are other carts downstairs in the lobby entrance closet," she said. "Sorry, we didn't think to mention them."After another chuckle, Jeff. I'm Arlene Matthews," then motioning, "and this is my mom, Diana, and this is Hope, Jennie, and Kayla." Then turning to Jeff, "And this handsome guy is my father, Jeff Matthews. We hope our Security people didn't frighten you, Mrs. Kimbrel."A look passed between Jeff and Diana because of the way Arlene had taken over the introductions.Meg shook hands with the others, then turned back to Arlene. "Oh, no. They were polite as could be. Besides, I know who you people are. I guess everyone in Winter.