Later that day, a delivery man dropped off a package at Dirk's house. It was his new singlet. He unwrapped it, and looked at the clock. He needed to be at his afternoon match in an hour. He grinned, and dropped the singlet on his bed. He opened the armoire doors and lit the candles.
In his room Chad was pressing weights. Suddenly, his arms felt so weak. The barbell was coming down on top of his chest. It was pressing down. He blacked out. His A-shirt, and shorts lay on his weight lifting bench with the barbell resting across his shirt. Dirk lifted out the singlet that had materialized in his empty gym bag. He lay it out on the bed next to the new one that had just been delivered.
"It'd be easy to get you two mixed up. I wonder?"