You glance over at the Tupperware container, and wonder whether you should have opened the lid. Was that like pulling off the guy's head or skin. Well, hopefully, he wasn't conscious. Tupperware couldn't be conscious could it?
There are so many possible answers none make sense. You are heading home to use the internet, but you have a bad feeling that Google won't be able to help you. You will probably get all sorts of stuff about kids transformation books or video games or simulations. You never heard of this for-real. You really need to talk to someone. Maybe a teacher or -you stop the car suddenly. The car behind you beeps his horn angrily. You pull over to the curb, and roll down the passenger window, and call out.
"Hey, Steve!"
Stephen Wurtz was the worst when it came to athletics, but he was a brainiac, a nerd's nerd god. And it was just your luck to spot him as you were driving. Luck or fate?
"Uh, hi, uh, how are you doing? New car? It's really nice," he says. He is a bit confused. You barely talked to him in high school.
"Oh, the car. Yeah, brand new, sort of. Why don't you get in, and I'll take you for a ride? I really need to talk to you about something," you say.
Stephen looks at his watch.
"Well, if you don't mind driving me home, I'm expected in 15 minutes?" he says getting inside.
His feet brush against the tupperware on the floor.