Sheila had no idea what was going on in the outside world. She worked late hours, always had. Then the weird guy with the mushrooms growing on him burst through the office door, screeching, a trail of dust following. Only it wasn't dust. They were spores. Sheila understands so much better now. And she has to spread her joy. A wink in her brain pointed her home. There, she could make so much more new life.