They go together.

"Well, I am definitely not riding in a car with someone who smells like poop, and I am not letting him get the seats dirty," Kylee said as she grabbed Michael's hand. "Thank you for the wonderful class today and the advice Emily. Let's go, baby!"

Michael winced at the emphasis that Kylee put on the word 'baby' as she dragged him away by the hand like a naughty toddler. As Michael followed Kylee through the hall, he felt like a penguin. The poop in his pants was causing him to walk awkwardly to avoid either smearing it around or accidentally letting a turd fall out of the leg of his shorts.

"I can't believe you pooped your pants, and in front of Emily, of all people!" Kylee muttered to herself as they walked. "I was hoping we could be friends with her. She'll never want to hang out with us now!"

Being dragged down the halls, head bent down in shame as his wife fumed about the state of his underwear, Michael was impressed by the large number of very attractive women in the gym. He definitely did not remember this from his initial tour.

Relatively quickly, Kylee found the door down to the basement and dragged Michael through it. Neither of them remembered going down here during their tour, or, curiously, the fact that the gym had a daycare.

The basement was creepy. There were no if, ands, or buts about it. The lighting, great in the rest of the building, was somehow too dim and too bright at once. The hallway was filled with the electrical hum of old, fluorescent lightbulbs. A few of the overhead lights blinked on an off at odd intervals.

As Kylee left Michael through the hall, it became clearer and clearer to them why no one showed this them during their first tours of the building. Eventually, they made it to the last door in the hallway. A sign over the door labeled it the "New You Gym Kid's Club." Kylee angrily pulled open the door, hoping this was the right place.

Kylee pulled Michael inside.