Mary continued to get younger, now nearing forty. Only the faintest of lines stood out on her face, and all traces of gray in her hair had disappeared.
Meanwhile, Rachel continued her march through time, her face looking more weathered by the moment, and her hair going grayer by the second.
"I am getting so old," the 64 year old muttered, "how can this be happening?"
"Didn't you read your contract? You are here to assist the residents, and in order for us to go back to the ages we need to for therapy,
you have to take on a few of our years," the 34 year old replied, her body looking and feeling more spry by the second.
"Hafta member that next time their darlin," Rachel replied as she passed 74, her hair all gray and turning white in places.
"So, how's this therapy work dear? Seems as I could use a bit a help, what with my achin joints and all. An, I think somthins wrong wit ma teeth too, oh my, I even sound a
lot like an old lady there dearie,eh?"
"Yes, I guess you do grandma. Though it is not permanent, and this will wear off over the next few days or so," the 29 year old said, as she looked at her clothing and sighed.
"When this is complete, we will go to the clothing room for more decent attire for each of us."
"That'd be nice hon-ney. How am ah sposed to splain this here change to ma boyfriend there girlie?" Rachel asked, as she hit 83, 84, and finally 85. Her hair was completely
white now, and her skin sagged and bagged in all the usual places.
"Let's head to the clothing room now," Mary told her enthusiastically, as the 24 year old helped Rachel up and handed her a very decorative blue cane."I'll tell you as we go."
"Yeah, there's a lot to git ta know--don't I know it. Ain't ever day ah gets turned into an old lady now eees eet?"
"Well, here is how it is going to work."