Karyn fought to keep the bile from rising in her throat as she fled into her room, locking the door behind her.
As she opened the manila envelope, she noticed that the soft, blonde hair had spread to the backs of her hands and arms.
At first she couldn't make heads or tails of what the letter was talking about. But then, of course, it began to make more and more sense. She began to remember.
She remembered the diagnosis that there was very little that the doctors could do to get rid of the hair, given her unprecedented allergy to every medication that might reduce the hair growth. She remembered her crushing phobia of clippers and razors. Finally, she remembered this, the letter she had been waiting for.
Her doctor had been making one last search for any new research that might have a solution for her condition. According to the note in her hands, that search had come up empty.
It didn't make any sense that someone could get so unlucky. But then again, in a world with the weird power of the stone, it made perfect sense. She was simply thankful that she knew she hadn't been like that a few hours before and had some hope of correcting the situation.
She looked down, noticed that she'd been slowly stroking the soft fur by her elbow.
She had to call Jon.
