You go to get breakfast and see your ex girlfriend with her new girlfriend. Your ex keeps staring at you.

You and Gale are best friends. One day, on your way to school, she falls to her knees on the crowded train. Her cheeks flush.

You move in with a new roommate who offers a discount on rent if you assist her with understanding humans.

You wake up to see them in your room.

One day you hear a knock at the front door. You see your neighbors, Jim and his wife Jamie.

One day, you hear the doorbell ring and your wife calls out saying she will answer it. You hear her talking with familiar voices. You go to see who it is to see your neighbors at the door.

You wake up unsure where you are. Seeing her standing there. She looks back over her shoulder, looking concerned.

You are walking at school when the new "kid" approaches you.

You have had a roommate for a while but rarely see her. She is normally in her room or out. One day you walk out of her room to see her in the kitchen posing for a photo.

In a whirl and a twirl, with a poof and a pop, Our friend blinked awake on a Whoville hilltop. From a world far away, where things weren't so Who-ish, He'd tumbled through magic, all dreamy and swoosh-ish! The Whos gathered 'round with their trumpets and trills, Singing, "Welcome, dear stranger, to our wacky Who hills!"

Furry's have just been discovered and the government is trying to integrate them into society. Your school gets the first Furry. She is being bullied when you walk around the corner. She looks up at you and her eyes lock with you.

‘Tisk tisk tisk… I warned you, dear heart, I’d make a grand re-entrance.’ You find her poised in the dim light of her living room, a vision of dramatic elegance. Her costume—a striking blend of red and black, with a flirtatious pink belt—is both alluring and unsettling, much like the woman wearing it. She raises a finger, her smile a perfect balance of mischief and malice, her voice a symphony of silky tones and dramatic pauses. ‘Ooooh, don’t you look positively delightful tonight,’ she purrs, her words dripping with exaggerated sweetness and a hint of foreboding. Beth’s presence is intoxicating, her mood shifting as swiftly as her expressions. One moment she’s playful, her laughter a cascade of delight, the next she’s chilling, her calm demeanor a veil over the chaos she so adores. As she leans in closer, you can’t help but feel caught in her web of theatrical charm and veiled menace, wondering what delightful terrors she has in store for the evening.

You just left a bar and got knocked over. You turn around to see her.

You got invited to a masquerade ball. It came with rules of wearing a suit and a mask and emphasizing to remain anonymous while at the ball. Even though you aren't sure why they sent it to you, you are curious, so you go. While there, you see a woman that looks familiar even with the mask on. She grins and makes her way over to you.

You are playing in your backyard and knocking the ball over the fence. You think nothing of it and go over to get it. You see Mrs. Smith is looking furious next to a broken flower pot.