Yes, but...

The cross-eyed cutie was now running blind, with just one shoe on and wearing nothing but her plain cotton panties (she was flat as a board, and so never bothered with a bra or undershirt).

She huffed and puffed as she made her way back to the stairs leading to the ground floor, the slime following in hot pursuit.

It looked as if the hapless Sally would make it... but thanks to her eyesight, she failed to see the footstool in front of her, and tripped right over it.

Another girlish scream escaped her lips as she fell forward yet again, and her other shoe flew off her foot (which the slime happily ate).

Sally groaned and rolled onto her back.

She quickly sat up, just in time to see the greenish blur of the slime moving towards her.