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"But how can a retreeeeeevvvvaaaallll spelllll aaaffffeect Milo?" Robin started to protest as he felt himself stretch away from Miranda, though the walls, and across Tandy. He caught a glimpse of the Flying Saucers (Rings, actually) that were attacking Tandy. Beams of Pink and Blue lanced down in slow motion. By strength of will, he found that he could change his direction, slightly. He looked for some sign of Anne's Implosion/Explosion. "What does a magical meltdown look li..?" Robins question to Jason was interrupted as he BOUNCED off the wall of the Magic Touch!

Hurling backward over the street, passing through cars and panicked motorists, Jason looked up at the Venus-shaped Venusian ships. On the horizon, helicopters were approaching Tandy. "Well, that was unexpected. But at least the military response time is setting records. I'll give them sixty seconds against the aliens."

As they settled to the sidewalk across the street from the Magic Touch, Robin looked around. The pedestrians were divide between those rushing to see the action and those running away from the destructive alien beams. "can you believe it? A major motion picture doing an on-location shoot in Tandy! I just can't believe those special effects!" A nearby woman was gushing to her male companion as a blue beam reduced him to a pile of blue slime. "Wha...? Wha? Charley!" A pink beam lanced down from the alien ship.

Before, either teen could react, the Transmutation beam struck the stuttering star-struck bystander. A wave of physical mutation washed over her. Eyes watered. Bones stretched. Her skull distended. With a sense of deja'vu, they saw the woman take on a weird alien form.

Clad in the tattered remnants of her clothes, the alien figure picked itself up off the sidewalk and glared at the remains of her former companion. A foot taller than both boys, she had eyes of solid, shiny black. She raised her hands which now had only two long fingers and a thumb. The completely bald head began to turn toward Jason and Robin. The skull above her newly pointed ears was huge and round as if the brain within it were struggling to escape. Levitating about a foot or more above the ground, she gestured toward the teens.

"Male slime, prepare for obliteration!" The transformed bystander seemed lost in thought for a moment as if reviewing how to proceed giving her intended victims to run, bounding across the street, for the stairs down to the Magic Touch.