They're ruined.

Amy manages to pick up her jeans at least, a little surprised when they come free of her legs. Every single stitch in the fabric seems to have somehow come undone. How is this even possible.

She stands there for a moment in a state of deep shock, looking around the floor around her. Somehow, every single item of clothing she had worn today had been completely destroyed, leaving her with nothing but her shoes and socks. She was now standing in the Burger Bar with absolutely no clothing and no way to cover herself up.

A single tear welled in her eye and she tried to clear her mind, think of a way to escape this predicament, before suddenly hearing movement behind her.

She turned, letting the ruined jeans drop to the floor, partially aware that she was now exposing her completely naked body to James but no longer even caring, this whole morning, or at least the last ten minutes had been traumatic for her and something inside her mind seemed to have broken. She had no idea what to do.