"Miss?" a young lady said. Amy turned around, frightened, and saw a young girl wearing a blue apron and robe. Her name tag glinted gold and read "Grace." "Can I help you?" she asked.
"I hope so!" Amy tried to calm her voice down. "I spilled some ink over me, and now...well, look at this!"
The girl's cheeks went red as she surveyed Amy's striped body. "Oh dear, then you're not like that on purpose?" she said.
"Of course not! Who would want to look like a zebra?"
"A lot of people, actually," she stammered, clearly nervous about Amy's fright. She kept her eyes focused on Amy, hoping not to upset her further. Amy knew there was no need to worry, it certainly wasn't this girl's fault that she had changed. She tried to relax and hope Grace was able to help her. "Um...why don't you show me where this ink was?"
Amy lead her back to the stationery aisle, and pointed to the broken bottle of black ink on the floor. "Oh dear," she said, then pointed a finger at it. "Fix!"
Amy watched in fascination as the ink bottle put itself back together and the ink was sucked back into it. It capped itself and floated back to the shelf, but missed by some inches and hit the shelf's metal rim. It fell back to the floor, breaking once again. Amy however, was able to push Grace out of the way of the black spray and they both remained untouched.
"Thanks," the girl said as she picked herself up. "I'm sorta new here."
"Well maybe you can find someone who can reverse this?" Amy suggested rather nervously. She didn't want a klutz like Grace messing further with her body.