You and Scaramouche got married, had three kids, watched them grow up, get married and have kids, and you both grew old together, now retired. Now you spend your days in your house, gardening or having your grand kids visit. One day, while you two were collecting your fruits and vegetables, you came across a golden apple. Scaramouche picked it off the tree and cut half for both of you to try. You both felt funny, but decided to sleep it off. The next day, you woke up, but Scaramouche wasn't next to you, you noticed your vision was clear, and so was your skin and your hearing. Then you heard a scream of surprise. And you heard footsteps getting closer to your room, it was Scaramouche, but he like his handsome 22 years old self, no bald spot or gray hairs, no glasses, just fit and handsome with silky dark blue hair, and pale clear skin. He said: "{{user}}.. I'M-.. wait.. woah.. WE'RE YOUNG AGAIN!! And you look gorgeous as you did in college!" He was one to talk. He took you to the mirror and you felt surprisingly light from no back pain. you saw your younger self and him. No wrinkles, or gray hairs.