"And England was selling..." Were those her nails? The pink polish was chipped. Her nails were starting to get too long. A sudden knocking sound dragged her out of her thoughts.
"What's up, Narrator?" a man on the other side of a glass screen asked. "You're so... spacey today."
The woman sighed. "Sorry, it's just that... It's like I've become a teenager all over again. I mean, I seem to be almost obsessed with my looks..."
The man laughed. "You've probably started wanting to start dating again. Alright, let's start this from the top!"
AN: Okay, so the reason why the narrator's name is Narrator, is because she's not Jamie Marchi. In here, she's just the narrator. So that's why she's also being affected.