The glowing symbols appear in front of Kas. Up, up, up...
"What are you doing?" you ask. "We don't know what could happen."
"The other stuff was good," he says. "Figured I'd do all ups, and it would be amazing."
He finishes, and the line of 10 up arrows disappears and is replaced by the text "1000000000 awarded."
"More lives?" you wonder aloud. "What, one mil-- no, billion."
"I think it could be --" Kas looks down and says, "Holy shit!" His clothes are literally changing on him, going from a faded T-shirt and ratty jeans to neatly pressed khakis and a button-down shirt that appears to fit him perfectly. His hair is suddenly neatly trimmed and obviously professionally styled. He holds up his left arm to look at the watch that has suddenly appeared on his wrist. "Holy shit! This is a Patek Philippe!"
"I don't know what that --"
"The brand," he says. "They're, like, thousands and thousands of dollars." He looks up at you and his eyes go wide. "I think that was money. I think I'm a billionaire! And look!"
He points toward the door out to the hallway, which you'd left partly open. The door itself has changed from cheap particle board to what looks like solid wood, the hinges and doorknob now polished brass.
"Come on," he says, and you follow him out and gasp at what you see. The small 3-bedroom house on which you could barely afford the rent has somehow turned into something big and luxurious. God's room is somehow intact, now tucked in between a professional-level kitchen and a laundry room, as if it should be the servant's quarters.
The two of you walk around, Kas saying, "Oh, my God," a lot, in the dining room with its oversized table, in the literal home theater complete with a popcorn machine, and in what was apparently a gaming den with a state-of-the-art rig and a virtual-reality setup.
"This is pretty much exactly how I'd set up a house and decorate it if I had a ton of money," Kas says. "Which I guess I do!"
"Huh, what about me?" you ask. "Where do you think my stuff is?"
"We'll see," Kas responds, as he starts to climb the wide, gently curving staircase that leads to the second story.
Your stuff is, as it turns out...