Hours after all the fuss, after the sun has set, Ben thinks he has laid low enough. The ambulance took away Jack's body, after cooler heads decided he was not dead, but in some sort of a coma. Ben saw Jack's mind escape as his own dick. It was an eventful time.
He is a puddle of sperm swimming in a swimming pool. He must be supernatural. Any other sperm would have been sterilized by the chlorine. But he was still alive, his consciousness distributed across the semen.
Now that the crowd is gone and it is just him, he decides to experiment. He tries to form his disparate parts into something, anything, just make them move! It works! They moved! He swings his liquid self back and forth and throws himself out of the pool. He lands with a smack onto the poolside. He pulls this pool and surrounding splash together into a single pool. Then he tries add a third dimension. The puddle wells up and forms... two egg-like shapes. Ben sighs, his sperm's strongest memory is when they were in the form of a testicle.
He tried again imagining his human self. His semen-self builds a mesh of sperms the puddle welling up to form a foot, an ankle, a calf. He keeps remembering his way up. Knees, thighs... Let's see some trickier bits... balls, dick, ass, now waist, navel, abs, pecs, biceps, forearms, hands, neck, and finally head. He was now a human shaped puddle of semen and sperm.
He pads slowly to the door of the pool room, leaving gooey footsteps. His body oozing and flowing. He finds the door is locked. He oozes through the cracks around the door reforming on the other side.
***
A young night janitor saw the thing form in the poolroom. He had just graduated from college and took the only job available in this lousy economy. He leaned his chin on his mop handle. He blinks. Did he really just see that? It looked like a ghost. Nobody will ever believe him.