Agatha's journey back to the Goth club she owned, called the Spiked Pit, was a fairly uneventful one ... until she started to notice that she was slowly growing younger and shorter the more time that went on. She had no idea how it was happening, but it was.
And by the time she got half way to the club, she had already lost at least ten years of her life and had gained a much more masculine look.
At that rate, by the time she got to the club, no one would recognize her. She wouldn't even recognize herself.
