Rebirth

Anya watched the person stumble out a side door, dark circles under their eyes, hair in spectacular disarray (to match their wrinkled and spotted clothing), wobbling down the path with a handkerchief pressed firmly to their mouth and their other hand reaching urgently for the lever to unlock the gate. Madam Fate beamed with pride. "Another success! Another life reborn!" Before Anya could flee, Fate grabbed her by the hand and dragged her inside. "Shall we get started?!?" "Uh ... well ... that person looked like death warmed over," Anya said hesitantly. "I guess I'm having second thoughts." Fate smiled sweetly and nodded. "Take all of the time you need - provided your mind is made up in 20 minutes; life reboots take time and I'm booked all afternoon." She laughed at Anya's shocked expression. "I'll put the kettle on and, while I do, you have a think," Madame Fate whispered. "Don't forget to challenge your preconceived notions of what a rebirth should look like; it's a grim business, getting rid of those lethal levels of Disney." Anya gasped and looked down at her lap. "You typically lose 15-20 pounds, though!" Fate called in from the kitchen, her bright and cheery voice ever-so-slightly edged with sarcasm.