In the kitchen, he saw the man who was apparently this woman's husband. He was making breakfast.
"Emily, you didn't have to get out of bed," he said, upon seeing his wife walk into the kitchen.
That breakfast smelled so good. Charlie sat down at the table and Emily's husband gave him a plate of food. He munched it down as if he hadn't eaten for days, which was what it felt like.
When he was done with his plate, he found that he wasn't satisfied. And as if Emily's husband had read his mind, he gave him another full helping of breakfast.
Charlie wasn't sure if he had ever eaten so much so quickly in his life.
After the meal was over, Charlie began to wonder, however, whether or not he was the one that was hungry. Most likely, it was Emily who was hungry, not him, since he was only occupying her body. He could feel everything she could feel, and that included hunger.
But still, it felt good to eat.
"Listen, I've got to run. The office is expecting me in an hour. And you know how traffic is." He grabbed his briefcase, kissed Charlie, then left.
It looked as Charlie was all alone. Finally.
