The bag is gone

Come on. You didn't really think you could leave an unattended bag in new york city and it still be there when you come back, right?

At first you enter a small amount of denial. It's still there, you just can't see it. Well, that only works until you get close enough to determine that it truly is no longer there. Another thought crosses your mind-maybe this is somewhere else, and you came to the wrong spot. But nope, there's the curve in the road you stopped by, where Eric first saw you and came over.

"Oh no" Are the first words to leave your mouth once the realisation truly kicks in, "Oh no no no no no"

Eric, for his part, has noticed your distress and has separated himself a little. Your pleasantries have ended as you are now bent down on the floor searching for any remnant of the backpack. Eric clearly has no idea what to say.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asks. You have to respect him at least, he seems to always be a gentlemen. Unless he's rearranging your insides. You feel a little bad for what you were planning to do to him. He has no idea how lucky he is that the bag is no longer here.

Pushing the lustful thoughts to the side you take stock of the severity of the situation. Not only have you lost the gun, leaving your sister as a skin, but you lost your mom at the same time. You don't even know what Eric can do to help, as you don't know where to begin.

You could try to find the bag, ask around. Maybe someone is wearing your mom, finding her could be a start. Or, you could give up, accept your new life as your slutty sister. Hell, looking back at Eric, mainly his crotch, that option doesn't seem so bad...