"Come back in a year and we'll get you both back to your old, boring selves. Not a day before. Now go and have fun in the world."

The woman was tall, dressed in an elegant both shorter black dress and very expensive high heels. She watched as Stacey ran out, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

Not Ben. He strolled, slowly but surely, a big smile on his face. He turned and looked at the woman, who had just lit up a cigarette and watched him leave. Despite the low light he caught a flicker of a smile on her lips. She seemed pleased with her work.

He eventually caught up to Stacey, who was less than thrilled about her new situation. She wasn't beside herself or broken down over it, but it was pretty obvious she wanted her body back.

He walked with Stacey and tried to help her deal some. As her mood got a bit better, she noticed he hadn't said a word of complaint. She asked him about that.

"I'm not complaining for the same reason that you've complained.

"Oh, I see." She said. "Well, at least one of us likes it, I guess."

Intrigued, she asked him more and and while they talked, at the place it happened the mysterious woman saw a van pull up and two more victims were being wheeled in.

"Want us to sedate them more?"

"You mean for the night?"

"Yeah."

"No, I have time to do them now. Just make sure they had enough so they don't wake up. I think these two will be an interesting end to a productive day."