"Okay..." said Will to himself. "This Chronowarp thing seems to know what the manor looks like. But there are plenty of people who know that too. So I'll just try to make some sort of little change to myself and see if this is for real like it says or just a cute little webcam."
He looked at the list of options. "Woah," he said, noting the wide variety available. "I guess I should just... hmm... change my skin colour."
He clicked on a few buttons, and a new screen appeared. There was a massive range of skin colours as well as a few dials for pointlessly precise colour adjustment. After some consideration, he noted down his original skin colour on the back of a loose reciept and set "Skin Colour" to a shade of gray.
"Let's see if this works," he said, clicking through a few more option screens. "Do I want to be aware of changes? That's the point, isn't it? How fast do I want the transformation to be? Zero time, I suppose. No, I do not want the change to be infectious."
Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably just short of four minutes, he clicked one last button and sat back.
The screen flashed.
CHRONIVAC WARMING UP...
STARTING CHANGE...
CHANGE COMPLETE!
Total time: 0.0000001s
"Right," said Will. "That was a waste of time. Nothing special. It just-" he lifted up his arm - "what the-? It worked!? It worked! I don't believe it!" Sure enough, his skin had lost all its colour.
Will ran into the nearest bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "That's amazing..." he breathed. "A machine that warps reality. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was dreaming." He walked back more calmly now, and sat down in front of the computer again. "Okay..." he said, clicking through options far more quickly this time. Soon, his skin was back to its original colour.
"All right," he said to nobody in particular. "I have this Chronivac thing. What now?"