Slapping your own cheek seems so silly in retrospect, but that's just what you do when a mosquito bites you. Of course, Sally couldn't know that what ever it was that had bit her cheek wasn't of terran origins. She couldn't know that as she slept new thoughts and ideas would be infesting her mind even as the tendrils began to grow under her skin. All she knew was that upon awakening she quite litterally saw the world with new eyes. She heard her neighbor wish kiss his wife and say goodbye, before he opened his front door to leave, from across the street. She awoke to find a new purpose to her life, to new drives and desires, and she couldn't wait for the infection to spread.