Sharon Platt looked at the silver hat in her hands and felt stressed.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty surroundings. She had always loved sunny Dallas with its beautiful, blushing beaches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel stressed.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Barry Humble. Barry was a considerate author with ample fingernails and squat ankles.