The night had finally arrived, and Kelly ran to Jane's room. She woke the newly young, beautiful woman from her bed. She began to open the wind and felt the breeze from the window.

"Go. Quick." It was all Kelly said to Jane as she climbed out the window, with lightness she never had before.

She turned her head, and hee long, beautiful blonde hair turned with it.

"Thank you."

The women never saw each other again.

Tonya was next, and Kelly roused her out of bed. She fell asleep waiting for the big day.

Her eyes lit up, and she left all on her own, only giving a nod of her head as thanks.

It wasn't like her by any standard. But then yet again, Kelly thought, she had been different since she started taking the pills. It didn't concern Kelly much, and she hoped only the best for this woman, one she had grown close to.

And she admitted, he would also be one that would be missed.

She woke Rose and Harriet, and Rose left without a single word. Harriet did as well, and then, she women ran.

Their clothes no longer fit their bodies, and wind flew through their hair.

"I'm free! I'm free!" Tonya grasped Rose's hand in her own, and felt an euphoria she hasn't felt in years.

One that brought her to spin in circles, and the other women, well, girls, followed in suit.

They were young, they thought, they could have fun. They could do whatever they wanted and whatever they dreamed of.

Then, Jane stumbled on the ground. She tried to pick herself up, but couldn't. She convulsed on the ground for a few seconds, when then caused the others to panic.

Before they knew what was happening, Jane stopped moving completely.

She was dead.

Tonya fell next, then Rose, and lastly, Harriet.

All had died, and all had aged as well.

It turns out that you can't turn back time. Jane Solomon never perfected her formula after all.

Time only springs forward, it always has. There never was such a thing as springing back.

No, reader, not in the Twilight Zone.