Who: Zoë and Kristen Where: Kristen's Home When: Evening What: Playing with Psychics
Given how open Zoë's schedule was, or could be, and the fact that she had already pressed a flower in each of Mister Alphabet's books, she decided to spend her evening investigating. She could not very well write in a notebook while wearing a fedora, like the newspaper reporter she had thought to be, when she would grow up. When she thought she would grow up. She could not write in a notebook, and she did not have a fedora, but she could still investigate.
After fifty or so years, she had mostly accepted what she now was. When she remembered.
Today it was a house she knew a little girl, like herself, lived in. She had been curious, naturally, and wanted to at least peek in on her.