Jeff feasted on the remains of someone's half-eaten sub sandwich, particularly enjoying the cheese. As he filled his stomach, he relaxed in the huge trash can. "This should provide more than enough food for the week," he said, figuring more trash probably replenished the supply on a daily basis.
Meanwhile, back in his room, his bratty sister came looking for him. Not finding him, and having no respect for personal boundaries, she seized the Chronivac and took it back to her room.
She immediately set about messing with all of Jeff's carefully programmed parameters. She saw a timer and read 6 days, 22 hours and 52 minutes... and it was counting down.
"That's boring," she said and amped the timer to 7 months.
She scrolled through other settings and stopped on one marked AWARE/UNAWARE.
"Consider an incremental loss of awareness over the duration of your transformation," described one of the options under the setting.
"Why not?" Jeff's sister said and changed that setting, too.
Back in the trashcan, Jeff felt a weird sensation that reminded him of the way he felt when the Chronivac's emitter first transformed him. He ignored the feeling, figuring perhaps it was some of the food (or garbage) that he's gorged on.
Jeff's sister put the Chronivac aside when their mother called her to come to dinner. Asked about her sixteen-year-old brother's whereabouts, at least she could honestly answer that she had no idea.