Moments after leaving Steve, Suzie suddenly feels woozy. She steadies herself against the wall, and raises her throbbing thumb to her mouth. She sucks it.
Her whole body trembles. That rose had grown into a bush in seconds, how had that formula affected her?
Suzie suddenly feels the weight of the world on her shoulders. She is suddenly withered, wrinkled and ancient. She staggers down the hall. She gasps as she sees her reflection in the glass of the firehose cabinet. A door opens it's Ricky the college intern.
Suzie pounces on Ricky.
"Hey, lady, what's wro--yeow!" startled Ricky gasps and screams as green tendrils shoot out of Suzie's arms and dig into his flesh like roots into fertile soil.
"Ah, ah, ah, ooooooh!" Ricky gasps as a wet spot stains his khakis. His jet black hair-what's left of it around the chrome dome appearing on the top of his head --is now white. His face is wrinkled like a prune. He squints unable to see clearly through the cataracts clouding his vision.
Suzie releases the dried up husk of a man, and hears the sound of his bones cracking and his flesh turning to dust as he hits the floor. She looks back into the glass on the hose door and is relieved to see her former youthful countenance restored. Carefully, she steps around Ricky's remains, and heads home to get ready for Steve's date.