Two years ago, I accompanied my wife to an arts-and-crafts store in the south end of Seattle. The store occupies the top floor of a turn-of-the-century building. We were the only customers in the place, all alone on one end of the store, and the clerks were at the other end of the store. My wife was looking at foo-foo stuff, so I walked down the main aisle, looking down the side aisles in hopes of finding something interesting.
I was hoping to find something - anything - that would be interesting. I got about halfway down the main aisle when I saw, about 15 feet ahead of me, a woman floating toward me. She was a pleasant-looking middle-aged caucasian woman, wearing a very nice dress from the Victorian era, and she was reading a book. I stopped walking. She must've noticed that, because she glanced up at me and made eye contact. She smiled a bemused smile, and immediately turned down a side aisle. I waited one or two seconds, then walked to that aisle and looked for her. The aisle was long, about 20 feet long, but she was already gone. I assume she disappeared.
I definitely found something interesting in that store.
