"We've got to get the manager!" Lina screamed, seeing her friend becoming engulfed in red hair. She ran down the aisle toward the front of the store. Amy tried to follow, but tripped on the growing locks. She fell into a shelf, causing the entire unit to collapse. Fortunately, her massive hair cushioned her from falling debris.
She struggled to get back up, trying to untangle herself from her growing mane. Then she smelled something awful. Like something burning. Like hair burning.
She whipped around, seeing several items from the shelf now in a flaming pile on the floor, next to a broken oil lamp. The flames were spreading. Amy also felt a heat around her legs, and came to the easy conclusion that her own hair was on fire. She dropped back to the floor, rolling and rolling, hoping that she would be able to put it out. She called loudly for Lina, but kept choking on stray strands of hair. Meanwhile, the heat around her legs was intensifying and spreading despite her efforts. Amy feared Lina might not make it in time.