Chad didn't know how long he had lain on the floor, but it was still dark outside when he got up. He tore the plastic wrap toga off his body, and sighed. He ached all over. He stared at the garments hanging in bags on the rack, were any of them people too? It was impossible, but it seemed so real? Jimmy must've drugged him with some hallucinogen. At least that's what he tried to convince himself. He heard a noise outside. Maybe it was Jimmy? He threw the torn plastic wrap into a trashcan, and looked for a place to hide. There was a sky blue booth nearby, and Chad ducked inside it. He heard the latch click as the door closed, and he bumped his head on a metal rod for hanging garments on. He tried the door, but it had locked from the outside.
He heard someone moving around outside. Suddenly, a light came on in the booth, then there was a whirring sound. Then there was a hissing noise, and Chad felt a sticky spray hitting from all sides. He closed his eyes and gasped. He tasted latex. He was being rubberized.