Luckily, in Miami, the Atlantic's always a short drive away. She frantically runs back up to her room and grabs her keys off of her desk and out to the garage. She finds she's not so good at running anymore with her feet being flipper-like fins for the most part.
"This is so ridiculous..." she grumbles, becoming more annoyed with what she's becoming than afraid. She quickly runs a hand through her hair to pull it back out of her eyes, and is mortified at what she sees - a sizeable clump of hair stuck between her fingers.
"Oh, gross!" She whines, and runs out to the garage to climb into her car. "I am going to kill that punk Kyle. I am going to KILL HIM." She reaches back into the back seat of the car and grabs an unused fast food napkin she had tossed back there some time ago and a sharpie from the cup holder. She plucks the cap off and scrawls "Kyle - Going to the Ocean - Come find me so I can show you what I've become!"
She drops the napkin on the passenger seat and starts the car, pulling out into the street and heading off to meet her destiny in the ocean...
But first, a stop by Kyle's house. Looking both ways to make sure she isn't seen, she pulls over to the curb in front of his house and darts over to the front door, quickly dropping the napkin into the mail slot before dashing back to the car. She jumps in and takes off, having not even turned off the car.
Next stop: Miami beach and the Atlantic Ocean.