I feel like we're not dealing with the new egg thing.

Sam was waking up.

She was waking up. Thank God, she was waking up. Was she ok? What happened?

"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Her eyes. Sam's eyes. She looked left, them back at the man in front of her. Jake. Him.

"I, uh..." -look hot in that dress. This dress.

"We need to- hm." Her eyes (Sam's eyes) widened and her nostrils flared. Jake was... scared? No, anxious. She was out for a while and he couldn't rouse her. She sat up straight and looked around nervously.

"Sam, are you ok?" The question echoed in her mind. She thought she was but she was dying to know whether or not she was. Grappling with this surreal curiosity for a question she knew the answer to, she moved her lips silently for a second before responding.

"I... think so. I'm, um. I'm Sam. I'm ok." Relief flooded into her and her posture slackened. Jake was here. Memory of their afternoon trickled back into her mind slowly.

"I touched the thing and you... we're, now we're like- uhm, I hear all your thoughts. Right?" He didn't even need to nod. "And then we- holy shit, Jake, we had amazing sex! Oh thank God, her memory's coming back. I mean my memory. I'm... phew, I'm still kinda disoriented."

"Can I bring you a glass of water or anything?" Jake asked. She almost interrupted him to answer him but let him finish.

"No, thanks, I just... oof. This is a weird thing to wake up to," she said woozily. "Give me a minute to collect my thoughts."

And get dressed, Sam's mind said. That thought seemed like her own. Jake left the room and she began to put on her clothes. She had a moment of panic thinking that she had wet her pants when she realized Jake must be using the bathroom. She laughed in spite of herself and walked out to the living room.

Jake was standing nervously near the coffee table. He gave her an appreciative glance and Sam felt a little thrill of excitement. She was so fucking hot. She knew he had gotten some eyefuls of her nude body while she was ****, but it didn't bother her. She could feel the secondhand guilt dwindling as Jake became accustomed to their new relationship.

Sam was completely unsurprised to see a nude woman walk in from the kitchen. She was taller than Sam, with a tanned, olive complexion and brown eyes. It was Jake's neighbor Tanya, of course. "Hey, Sam," Tanya said nonchalantly. Sam couldn't help but note her neatly trimmed bush.

"Hi, Tanya," Sam replied. "When did you touch the egg thing?"