"What do we do now?" Kelly asked.
"I don't know."
"Why is this happening to us?"
"I don't know that either. Except, it has something to do with my drawings." She took out the rolled up sketchbook from her trenchcoat and opened it. "If we changed, then that means that everyone else that I sketched will change too."
"How many people is that?"
"A lot. Actually, it's almost everyone I know."
"Look," Kelly said, pointing at the sketchbook. "We're the last two in the book. Maybe it works backwards?"
"Maybe. But how do we stop it? Should I erase the sketches? Or would that make things worse?"
Kelly didn't really have an answer. But one thing was for sure. She didn't intend to stay as a skunk-girl for the rest of her life.
