"How about this?" Todd asked, aiming the remote.
Nancy's brown hair turned into a wispy white, and became thinner. Her back hunched slightly and she brought a hand to her lower back, trying to support herself. She groaned as she shrunk just a little bit, and her loose clothes became even looser. She squinted, trying to see where Todd was.
"Todd?" she called. Her voice was croaky and tired. "What did you do?"
Todd stared at her. She had to be in her 70's by now. Maybe even older.
"Are you able to see?" He asked her.
"Not very well," she turned to the sound of his voice.
She started shuffling towards where she'd heard his voice, a wrinkled hand outstretched. Todd took her hand and guided her to a couch, helping her sit down. He looked at her, helpless as she was, and wondered what to do next.