“Please, stay back. My god, what the-“

A GREETER, mid-’70s, nearly pukes at the sight of Carey’s wound. Carey blows right past the old man.

Customers look over in shock. A mother covers her Childs's eyes. Carey is headed straight to Customer Service.

JANET, 39, a clerk wearing a bright red top stands at her post.

“Next! Hi, welcome to Targ- oh my-“

“I need to talk to a manager.”

“Ma’am I think you need a doctor.”

“What is it with you people and ma’am’s?”

Janet doesn't know how to respond. She is horrified at the sight of her.

”I need to return this.”

Carey lifts a large tub of white cream. The label reads AGELESS BEAUTY: FOR DAMAGED SKIN. Janet tries to be composed.

”Okay, well, is there something wrong with the product?”

A small chunk of rotten flesh peels off Carey’s cheek and plops down onto the glass countertop. They just stare at each other.

”And you're sure this came from our store?”

”Don’t test me, Janet.”

”Right! My apologies, I just don't know what's gotten into me today,”

Janet is barely holding it together, she looks down at her computer screen , about to faint, sweat drips down the side of her pale face. She takes a big gulp.

”Can you please explain the problem?”

”I did exactly what the instructions said to do. Now look at me.”

Janet’s eyes are locked onto the screen, feverishly typing away at the keyboard.

”Are you getting all this?”

Janet pulls out her walkie.

”Need manager approval at register five, now!”

KYLE, mid 20’s, comes out from the back room.

”Janet, remember what we said about manners okay?”

Kyle looks up at Carey but doesn't acknowledge her horrible appearance.

”And we have got to do something about this look, Janet. Are you sweating?”

Kyle inspects Janet. Carey leans in.

”Just give me back my money so I can get the hell out of here!”

”Whoa, whoa, excuse me ma'am who died and made you Lucifer?”

Kyle looks over the situation.

”Okay let's see, product return, defective, rotting flesh, oh Devil not this again, I said to remove all the creams from aisle six!”

”Can we please just get on with this.”

”Sure thing, I just need to see a receipt.”

Carey lifts up the receipt, it's covered in dried blood. Kyle carefully reviews the ticket.”

”Ah-ha, I see, unfortunately, this purchase has fallen out of our 14-day return policy.”

”Listen here you little shit, do it or else.”

Carey's eyes turn red. The ground shakes and the lights dim. Kyle looks on, totally unscathed.

”Yeah, see, we stand by our return policy. If you'd like you can call this 1-800 number and file a grievance.”

The room is now surrounded by the flames of hell. The walls crumble into a distorted reality. Carey is no longer human but realizes there is no hope.

”Fine, I'll take the store credit.”

”Excellent, thank you for shopping at Target.”