Go to your dorm room

There’s only one logical place to go: your dorm room. There, you can lock the door and think. Plus, you can process all this with Zack.

Zack. You stop in your tracks. How on earth are you going to explain this to him?

You run through a number of possible explanations, such as: “Hi, Zack. I know I look like a smoking hot cheerleader with erect nipples, but I’m really boring old Justin, your bi-curious roommate, who harbors a secret crush on you. I’ve fallen prey to a nefarious experiment by a mad scientist, and I only escaped by taking over the body of a hot graduate student and fucking her boyfriend before knocking him out with a powerful ****. I need you to help me figure out what to do.”

You groan. That sounds totally insane! If you tell a story like that, you’re going to get locked up in a mental hospital.

You also feel a growing suspicion in the back of your mind that going back to your room might be what these people want you to do in the first place. In fact, now that you think about it, Zack hasn’t been quite himself lately, has he? Could your own roommate be wrapped up in some conspiracy to do this to you?

You shake your head quickly to dismiss those thoughts. “That’s the crazy thinking Jeff and Amy were talking about,” you tell yourself. “I’m not going to go down that road or I will go apeshit mad .”

You continue on your way to your dorm. You get to your door and reach for your key, only to realize it is still in your pants back at the lab. You hope Zack is home so he can let you in.

You pause before knocking and wonder how to introduce yourself when he answers.