After P.L. made it back to her apartment (Chris always had a key hidden away near the door, in case he lost his), she laid down on her bed, thinking only of the priest.
Until her body morphed back into Chris.
He nearly threw up. He remembered all of the memories of the different P.L.'s during the course of the day. All eight of them. He remembered the guy he made out with in the elevator, the sex he had with his boss (for nearly two hours!), and all of the flirting he did with Tim at work.
Out of all of P.L.'s experiences, though, being with Tim wasn't so bad, and Chris actually felt sorry for him. He probably thought that P.L. didn't want to have dinner with him, especially after getting stood up for lunch.
Chris shook his head. "What the hell am I saying? P.L. isn't even supposed to exist. I am!"
He paced back and forth in his bedroom. He couldn't just stay in his apartment forever. But that was the only way to stop himself from changing.
He paced some more, until an idea came to him. Something that might help him get his life back to normal.
