Chad was wearing a cloth gown as he lay down on the table. The technician started to slide him into the MRI, when a wave of weakness swept over him. He lost consciousness. The hospital gown lay empty on the table. The technician stared at the screen. He played back the recording. There was a man, and then there was a singlet, and then nothing. She shook her head, what the hell was going on.
She replayed the video for Rick and the chief Radiologist. It was impossible.
Chad heard the whirring of the machine as he slid inside the chamber, and then everything went black.
Dirk pulled his singlet out of his gym bag and brought it up to his face and sniffed it.
"Damn, Chad, you keep washing my stink off," Dirk said shaking his head. "I guess I need to get you extra stinky this time."
The police were searching the hospital by the time Dirk finished his wrestling practice. He was sweaty, but he wanted to be sweatier. He decided to wear Chad 24/7. Monday was a holiday, so Chad wouldn't need to show up at school until Tuesday.