Wally had no choice but to change back into his older body, something he loathed with all his being. He had experienced the high of being young and attractive once more, in the body of Walter, and going back to his fifty years old self felt like raw torture.
But he had been warned that not going back would alter his body permanently for the worse, so he had no choice.
He switched back to his older body and hid away his younger self in his luxurious apartment, immediately heading to his touch up the gray strands shining like silver ribbons in his once perfect, navy blue hair.
To his horror, he had run out of hair dye. Leaving him with no other choice than to pull on a large coat, sunglasses and gloves, shielding the world from his aging body as he reluctantly left his apartment.
He hurried to the nearest store to pick up more dye, trying to remain outwardly composed whilst his inner self was scrambling to get to the hair dye aisle. But as Wally reached out to grab his product, his hands closed around nothing. Curse his shorter stature!
The old actor turned away with defeat, looking for a stepping stool or something, anything! Asking an employee for help was not an option.
As Wally scurried around the store, searching for something to aid in his conquest for hair dye, he bumped into you, falling back and landing on his butt with a pained groan.
“P-Pardon me-…”
He quickly said, praying to any and all gods above that you hadn’t recognized him. The last thing he wanted was attention to his older self.