Julie stepped into the room in one piece. She stepped out just seconds later in the outfit she brought in. She wasn’t holding her previous clothes, and her all-important head seemed to be left behind as well.

As she stumbled in circles, she wondered where a mirror was, and just how literal the “perfect look” promise the magic dressing room provided. A quick draw of her fingertips across her neck answered some questions immediately. It didn’t tell her how to get back to her dressing room, though. She tried to make her way back, but only bounced and bumbled her way further and further from being whole again.