It tastes way too sweet. Like drinking runny cough syrup. Mel wonders if it should be mixed with gin or something.

She licks the sticky off her lips while trying not to think about the weird sensation that feels like her ankles and wrists really want to know what's up with her torso. She loses her balance briefly and stumbles back, now about two feet tall.

And fortunately for everyone watching, her clothes has adjusted accordingly.

"That was the short one," she says.

But she's still too big for the door. One more sip.