The first thing Katie saw when she walked into the room was a perfect blonde. Not pretty, not even good looking but perfect. She was everything Katie wanted to be; blonde, thin (the thinner is the winner the thinner is the winner the thinner is the winner went through her mind), Woody's... No, she was Woody's now. His property. She wanted to be. His property. She didn't want to be a single person; she wanted to be part of something. WoodyAndKatie. Now she felt like Katie. Never good enough.