The Tonic

The following week:

Julian climbed the stairs and went to Linnea's room.

"Linnea," Julian knocked. "Can I come in?"

"Yes, I just came out of the shower."

Julian opened the door and entered. "There's news," he announced.

"Why? What happened? Did the traditional doctor cancel?"

Julian gasped, "How did you know?"

"I suspected; let's go to her instead."

"Should we do that?"

"Yes, the tonic is ready, right?"

"Yes, she said it's ready for use, but she's weak; she's been working nonstop for days and can't make the trip."

"Let's go to her; I'll get dressed."

"Okay," Julian smiled and hurried to the door. "But I don't think we'll make it back today; she lives on the outskirts of the city. You should pack extra clothing for a sleepover."

"Oh, I'll do just that," Linnea grinned. She had been overflowing with happiness since she woke up; the thought of regaining her youthfulness excited her.