The creature continues to stare at the photo for a little while longer, almost as if it’s decrypting some sort of hidden code that only it can see. It then puts down the picture, takes a full step back, and begins to vehemently whip its head back and forth. When the creature does this, copious amounts of hair of the same exact variant as the woman in the photograph, begins to rapidly grow out of its bald scalp. After a few more seconds of shaking its head, the creature’s hair color, texture, style and length, exactly matches that of the girl in the photograph; its dark hair resembles a bob with bangs, except one side of the bob is much longer than the other––the right side. In addition, the black markings on the creature’s face and presumably all over its body, have completely disappeared. Curious about the new hair that has grown, the creature slowly raises its hand to touch its head, the result causing the creature to experience its first smile as an Earthling.

The creature is now all jittery and excited to try and learn more things, so it starts looking around the room again, and notices two wooden doors covering a space. The creature walks up to them and pulls the doors open, revealing a closet full of clothes all hanging next to each other in pristine condition and order. The creature begins to sift through the clothing until it finds something very close to what the girl in the photograph is wearing, which was a dark-gray, hooded sweatshirt with the letters O.P.I.A. emblazoned across the front. Instead, it finds a light-gray, non-hooded sweatshirt, with sectional-sleeves that can be adjusted at various points in length via drawstrings designed to alter the style of the shirt at will. The creature lays the sweatshirt on the bed, front facing up, and looks back at the picture.

After sifting through the clothes in the closest for the second time, it pulls out a stretchy, all-black leotard that extends all the way down to its toes, and inspects it with a hint of the same reverence that all women have for the clothes they’re about to put on. While the creature holds the leotard by the hanger, it puts the neck of the linen to its own neck and lets the rest of it fall along the shape of its body. Once it agrees that it’ll appropriately fit, the creature removes the garment from its hanger and puts it on. Naturally, it fits like a glove and after looking over itself a couple of times, the creature seems to be fairly satisfied with its new look.

It then puts the sweater on, before bending down to open a box on the floor that has the letters V.A.N.S. plastered across. The creature takes the string-less shoes out and slips them on. When it goes to take a step, it realizes there’s a little bit of room inside of the shoe from where the top of its toes are, which tells it that the previous owner had larger feet than its own. Maybe here, clothes must be custom-made to fit each person differently, it presumes.

The creature inspects the picture for one last check and sees it’s missing a pair of shorts that apparently goes over and around its thighs. It remembers not seeing anything resembling shorts in the closet. It opens the bureau where the framed picture sits, and pulls out a pair of light-blue, denim jeans with all sorts of holes all over them. The creature mistakes the stylish, destroyed-jeans for completely damaged, unusable pants, and begins vigorously tearing the legs of the jeans off, leaving a shorter-than-desired pair of torn, denim-shorts. Though not a hundred percent satisfied with its tailoring job, the creature puts the shorts on anyway and smiles at the final result.