An Indian woman.  Naomi was confused.  Veeery confused.  She didn’t understand who woman was that was in her house.  Oh wait - that’s right.  She was at the nanny she’d had as a child. Naomi figured that her mother wasn’t home so she decided to fly elsewhere. She flew over all over the Northland. And then into the Northeast - where she’d lived in like 3 different houses over the years. Then to midtown to see the last house she lived in when living in Kansas City. There were a lot less trees on the street in 1979. The she flew to her highschool.  Since it was built in like 1942 or something she knew it would be there. It was early morning, and the kids were coming into the building. Naomi looked down at her clothes and realized that what she was wearing was totally retro and with her new shag haircut she’d fit right in. She figured she could walk the halls for a little bit and see how the building looked. Right as she got into the building though she was in for a big shock.  She headed in the main doors and turned left at the office and then…