Jane walked along the street with a blank look on her face. And even though she was wearing a T-shirt and nothing else, no one seemed to take notice of her. They didn't even see the poop running down her leg, which was caused by her not wiping herself. It was quite a disgusting scene. But no one even noticed it.
Kyla walked off the set. She had gone a while without a break.
"What the hell?" she yelled.
The photographer ran over to her. Kyla was looking at herself in the mirror. "What is it?" he asked.
"I've got a pimple," she said, pointing to it. "God, I can't believe I didn't even see this before. It's so fucking obvious."
"That's strange," the photographer said. "I don't remember that when we were shooting pictures. But don't worry. I can just airbrush it out."
She glared at him. "This is going to ruin more than my photos, Ross. My social life will be ruined."
"Okay, okay. Can't you just put something on it?"
"Ugh. I suppose. But I am not going to go buy it myself, not when I look like this. You go buy it for me."
"But I've got photos to ..."
"Now, Ross."
"Fine. I'll be back soon."
Kyla turned back to the mirror. She looked at the pimple and groaned. How could she have let this happen?
The thing was, though, the magic that was affecting her was keeping her from the truth. And the truth was that she had more than just one pimple. A lot more.
Jane walked for blocks until she stopped and walked into a motel room. Subconsciously, she knew that the clothes she wanted were in there.
