The next day

I ran my hands through my hair, already annoyed with it. I had barely had time to even think about it the prior day, but having as much hair as I currently did was super annoying.

Scott turned to look at me from his chosen spot on the couch. "About time you got up," he said. "Already taking this little vacation of yours for granted and sleeping the day away."

"After everything I went through yesterday, I'm surprised I'm even conscious before 11," I said, looking at the clock. It was just after 10:30. "Besides, I've been awake for a bit. I was making some calls."

"Trying to get everything in order?"

"More or less," I said, walking over to the fridge and looking over my options. They weren't great. There was a couple of eggs, some questionably old milk... "I called my parents again, because they're freaking out and wanted to make sure I'm still alive, then my sister to see if she could help me with getting clothes that I can wear without being afraid they're gonna fall down constantly."

"That's what belts were made for," Scott said.

"There's only so much a belt could do," I said, pulling the eggs out of the fridge and putting them on the counter. As I went to grab the pan, I continued recapping. "She's gonna be here around noon."

"Cool. I called Marcus. He was giving me shit about you needing a replacement key, so I gave him shit about being a little bitch and not letting us make our own copies. He can't have it both ways, you know?"

"Sure."

"Anyway, if you're gonna head out around noon, I guess it makes sense for me to stick around here. Marcus will show up... eventually. And, well, I'm not gonna complain about having to go on a trip for you to pick up a whole new wardrobe."

"I'm not exactly looking forward to it either," I said. "The only thing that's taking the sting out is that I was given a card at the hospital so the bills go to the government."

"Least they can do is foot the bill," Scott said. "They're the reason that everything is as fucked as it is."

"I dunno man, it's not really their fault."

"Fuck that. They're not helping. If they had taken this initiative, you might not be in this situation."

"Even ignoring that they didn't make the bomb, how could they do anything to help. Their are infinite realities out there. This situation is like if someone was carrying a grain of sand, dropped it on a beach, let the wind blow it around for a few days, then went back and tried to find it. How do you even do that?"

"Well, shutting down communication isn't a way to do that," Scott said. "If the walls were a little broken down and people were allowed to communicate across realities, then maybe you could figure this out. Post something on inter-reality Craigslist or something. 'Got hit by a shitty bomb today at this location. Now missing my body. If you found it, please return it'."

"Yeah, I'm sure it'd be that easy," I said, finishing cooking and dumping the eggs onto a plate.

"It would be a chance, you know?" Scott asked. "Something, rather than what it currently is, which is them saying 'Sorry you got caught in something that only exists because of the work we did, but we shut down any chance of you ever getting back to your real body because we're spooked about what could be out there, so here's some cash so you can dress yourself up all pretty like'."

"I have no intention of 'dressing myself all pretty like'," I said. "I just want stuff that fits."

"You know what I mean," Scott said. "This is, in my opinion, literally the least they could do, because they dropped the ball and allow this situation to be as bad as it is."

I shook my head, deciding to let the conversation drop. No point in pressing an issue when Scott was like this.

I ate about 3/4 of the eggs, then pushed the plate away. "Hey, I'm done if you want these."

Scott turned and looked at my plate. "Wow, left so much," he said.

"Your choice on if you want them. I'm gonna go get washed up before my sister gets here."

"Sure, makes sense. Give the plate here," Scott said, holding his arm out.

I shook my head and stood, taking the plate with me. As I passed the couch I put the plate in his hand, and he returned to a normal position. I returned to my room and grabbed the dress that I had taken off last night. As much as I didn't care for it, it was really my only option right now.

I grabbed the bra as well, then headed to the bathroom to clean up.