Derrick watched as the door swung open, a cold breeze caressed his feet and crawled up his ankles as Hebe looked in with a smile. Upon seeing him, confusion crossed her face and she double checked the settings on the outside of the sauna.
Hebe, ever the salesperson, smiled back a second later and said, "Another happy customer! you asked for older and that is what you got!"
Derrick stood up slowly with a grunt and constant scowl further underscored by his deep wrinkles, his knees and back popped and ached as he did so. "I am not, a happy customer. When does this awful effect wear off?"
Hebe's face fell in horror, "It, it doesn't. The effect is permanent."
"You have extracted my youth, now your job is to put it back in me. I wanted to look like I could maybe be in college, not a grave!", Derrick hobbled unsteadily realizing that the final few moments must have taken him from 65 into his 70s. He was still sweating or at least dripping as the toxic water condensed as it hit the cooler outside air. He wiped his face and forehead looking as wisps of hair clung to his hand. They used to be attached, he thought bitterly.
Hebe looked perplexed and worried, the process did collect his youth, and his body would accept it back without rejection, but the collection process wasn't 100% efficient, and not all of his youth would be recaptured by his body. Even the youth his body did recapture would be prone to prematurely "falling out"... like a plant you uproot, after setting it back into the dirt it is still more prone to falling over... How did this happen? She had set him up to become 45 going on 46 not 80. She would have shown him a great time for a few days and then turned him into a satyr or goat and let him live out his days in beastial bliss, his family's minds would be wiped of him and would go home none the wiser, if they made it home at all. The thirty year extraction somehow became sixty and taking over half the remaining years, for some reason, tended to piss The Fates off. Something about knotting up the tapestry. She would have to return his youth. Ugh, it's so hard to get youth in the first place but nothing is worth the scorn of The Fates.
Hebe smiled and Derrick felt a twitch beneath his towel, "I will figure this out for you Derrick don't you worry!" Derrick followed Hebe out of the sauna and sat down in the waiting room he had entered as a boy.
Hebe panicked silently as she felt the fates attention beginning to focus on her. The problem was that he was so young to begin with, a year one way or the other and he would still be dissatisfied... she had to figure out how to make him look his original age so he would go away. Giving him back his collected youth would make him 18 and he would still be a problem...