1164 Morning Glory Circle. Connecticut. 1968. The Stephen's House.
Carmelita Fox P.O.V.
I opened my eyes. I saw an elderly woman who looked like she was around the age of 90 years old. She had short carrot colored hair. She was a human. She wore a fancy black hat over her head. It was a human. I looked around at my surroundings. I found myself in an living of a person's house. There was an old fashioned television set that was up against a wall. I got up form the couch. My tail brushed against my body. I walked towards a blonde haired woman. She looked shocked and surprised by my appearance.
"Oh my stars!" the blonde haired woman said.
"Where the hell am I?" I said.
"You're in my house." the blonde haired woman said to me.
I walked out the front door. It was a bright sunny day outside. The neighborhood looked like a cul-de-sac. The environment was beautiful. I saw an old red haired woman peeping outside a window of a house that was across the street. She shrieked in a high pitched voice. I ran back inside the house. I walked around the kitchen area. I began to explore the house. The blonde haired woman followed me. I turned my body to face her.
"Who are you?" the blonde haired woman asked me.
"My name is Carmelita Montoya Fox. I'm from Interpol." I said to the woman.
"You're a police officer?" the woman said.
"Yes." I said. "Got a problem with it?"
"No. Not really." The woman said to me.
"Mind telling me your name." I said to the blonde haired woman.
"My name is Samantha Stephens." the blonde haired woman said to me.
"Nice to meet you, Samantha." I said.
Suddenly, a man came downstairs. He looked incredibly handsome. He looked charming. He wore a sweater. The man had close cropped brown hair. He had a round face. The man walked toward me.
"Who is this girl?" the man asked Samantha, obviously referring to me.
"Darrin. I would like you to meet Miss Carmelita Montoya Fox of Interpol." Samantha said to her husband. Darrin took his hand out for me to shake. I decided to shake his hand for the hell of it. He seemed to be a nice guy. I introduced myself to Darrin. Darrin seemed okay by it. I then walked back to the couch. I looked to my left and saw a little girl with blonde hair sitting next to me. She looked to be around the age of six or seven. She was very beautiful. I was used to little girls; I have multiple nieces from my brother's side of my family. The little girl looked up at me. She smiled. I was still wondering where I was.
"Hi. My name is Tabitha." the little girl said to me. "Who are you?"
"I'm Carmelita Fox. I'm a police officer." I said to Tabitha.
"You're the person my auntie Clara summoned up aren't you?" Tabitha said to me.
"How did you know?" I asked Tabitha. How did she know how I was summoned from Prague to this house? Is she psychic? I didn't know what to think about what Tabitha said to me. I wanted to get the hell out of this neighborhood and go to a police station somewhere. Hopefully somebody there will recognize me.
"My auntie Clara is a witch." Tabitha said.
"A witch?" I asked Tabitha. Tabitha nodded her head yes. Before I could tell what she meant by her aunt being a witch, Samantha appeared in front of me. She looked flustered. She wanted to know how I ended up here. I told her that I didn't know how I ended up in this house. I then asked if I could go down to the local police station. I wanted to find out where exactly I was. Samantha and her husband Darrin were a bit hesitant to let me go to the local police station. I didn't want to stay cooped up in this house forever. Samantha and Darrin let me go to the local police station. Darrin drove me to the police station. Me and Darrin went inside the police station. I found out that I was in the year 1968 in the state of Connecticut in the town of Westport.
I couldn't believe it. I was confused as to why I was in the United States. I don't really visit the United States all that much. I've rarely been in the United States. Me and Darrin drove back to the Stephens's house. An old woman with bright orange hair greeted us. She wore eye liner. She wore clothing so ridiculous, it wouldn't even make it at an Saturday Night Live sketch. The old woman just stood there in the doorway.
"Endora! What are you doing here?" Darrin said to the old woman.
"Hello, Derwoood." Endora said to Darrin. "I heard that you guys have a new visitor. Is that correct?"
"Yes." I said. "I am the new visitor of this house. My name is Carmelita Montoya Fox."
"Nice to meet you, Carmelita." Endora said to me.
"It's nice to meet you too, Endora." I said to Endora. I then sat down on the sofa. I just stared ahead for a while. I was starting to like this world I was in. The people seemed nice and friendly.