Panicking, Oliver grabs the closest item of clothing, slips on the ring, and pulls on what she grabbed, which turns out to be a dress meant for a kindergartener. She finishes growing up to about five or six when the employee finally catches up with her. The employee looks around curiously.
“Little girl, did you see a toddler girl come this way?” the employee asks. Oliver shakes her head. “Huh. Okay. Guess I’d better keep looking. And you should get out. We’re closing soon.”
“But-” Oliver protests.
“No buts. Come on.” The employee grabs Oliver’s hand and drags her out of the store. Oliver looks around, her heart sinking. She’s a kindergartener, has no wallet or identification or keys or phone, and she didn’t get a chance to grab even a sock meant for someone older. At least she has the ring. If she can track down some more mature clothing, she should be able to become an adult again.