The car roars in disbelieving fury. Still 5,000 years is a long time to not grow up. The car speeds away, heading north. The exhausted SUV gratefully shuts down in the penitentary parking log. Leah gets out, streches, and looks into the rearview mirror on the side of the car.
Straight hair becomes curled, blonde hair becomes red.
Freckles dot her cheeks, and her clothes become grey and conservative. Alright, let's get this over with. Your lucky day. You're wanted in conference. After all this time.