Day Four Part 3.

Claire sat down, a shocked expression on her face. Jenny put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's ok, Claire. We're gonna find a way to reverse this."

Claire was looking at her hands. "Are these even- are these my hands anymore? What am I? I still feel like me, but for how long?" She began to cry quietly.

Jay watched this morosely. She remembered that feeling and was disturbed that she no longer felt it. She sat down next to Claire. "Hey, listen. Nobody's more motivated to stop this than me. We need to track down this woman and learn what we can from her. There's gotta be a way to stop it." Something occurred to her. "Shit. I, um, need to call a coworker."

They stared at her for a second, then Jenny sighed as she understood. "Seriously, Jay?" She wasn't upset, though. "You fucked somebody from work in the past three days?"

Jay pulled out her phone sheepishly. "I'd better text her. She won't recognize my voice."

While Jay texted Meredith, Jenny went to comfort Claire. Claire was sitting with her head in her hands. Jenny started to speak but Claire interrupted her. "You were always straight, Jenny. You never showed any interest in women till yesterday." Jenny nodded grimly.

"You don't like whiskey anymore. You don't care that Jay cheated on you." She looked up, her green eyes bloodshot. "Are you even Jenny? Are you my friend? In a week, will we even know each other?" She choked out another sob as Jenny enfolded her in a hug.

Jenny stroked her hair soothingly and whispered to her. "Of course we're still friends. Whatever happens, I'll always be here for you."

Jay interrupted their conversation with an update. "She's pretty upset, but I convinced her to meet us at a coffeeshop near the club where I... you know."

Jenny shrugged. "You can say it. Where you picked up the woman you fucked and got us into this mess. I don't care. I just care about fixing this."

"Then we should definitely ask around at the club. That's our only lead right now."

Jay looked around with a sudden realization. "I don't have anything to wear. Jay's clothes won't fit me, obviously."

"Jay's clothes?" Claire asked pointedly.

"Shit, I mean my clothes. Jenny, can I borrow some of yours?" Jenny nodded. "Ok, they won't be a perfect fit but they'll have to do." She disappeared into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Jay reappeared wearing a baggy tank top and cuffed jeans with flip-flops. "How do I look?" she asked, adjusting the waist of the jeans. "I couldn't really get any of your bras to work."

"Passable." Jenny replied. "Now let's track down Eve."