It was either be cured or die for us. There was no middle ground. The machine squealed in a high pitched tone before settling down to hum to itself. I watched as the air sort of shimmered about us. Something was happening! Gino closed his eyes and leaned his head against mine as the machine continued to work. I followed suit and closed my eyes too, hoping that when I opened them, Gino would be cured. After a minute under the machine I was feeling much better than I had a few minutes ago. I hugged Gino closer and felt the clothes I was wearing rustle loosely about me.
I opened my eyes to look at Gino and screamed. He was a little boy again! I struggled to get him from under the machine, but I became tangled in my clothes.