On a particularly bright sunny day, outside the home of Emit Relevart—former astronaut and full-time mystery to the neighborhood—a figure lurked with a camera, peering through a window in search of, well...drama.
Inside, a woman appeared to be standing perfectly still on some kind of platform. Was it his wife? A secret girlfriend? An Alien? Conclusions were leapt to. Photos were snapped; certain they were uncovering something scandalous, salacious.
Inside, blissfully unaware of the shrub-based surveillance, Mr. Relevart was making last-minute adjustments to a remarkably lifelike female mannequin. The photog outside was already crafting an entirely incorrect narrative about his love life, when in reality, Mr. Relevart was just finalizing shipping details and debating whether “gently used” would sound honest or alarming on his eBay post.