The next morning...

Things were uneventful until the next morning, when Chelsea woke up, naked, on her naked bed and her naked pillows. It was then that the realization of the events of yesterday came flooding back to her.

I was in the kitchen hearing the groggy waking up, followed by frantic steps, frantic opening and closing of drawers, and frantic opening and slamming of closet doors, before the frantic footsteps came rushing towards me.

"Jason!" Chelsea cried out in exasperation, "where are my clothes?!"

"Not on your body," I tutted nonchalantly as she started fuming.

"Jason, this isn't funny!" she fumed, "I need my clothes, now!"

"Alright, then," I picked up my car keys, "let's go pick them up."

"Jason!" she yelled again, "I am not going outside naked!"

"Then I'm just going to throw your clothes away, and you'll have to rebuild your wardrobe from scratch," I just opened the door as Chelsea sighed and groaned.