Rick switched Emily over to his other breast, to at least be free of the distraction of it leaking through his dress, and stood up carefully. The last time he'd really been himself, he'd been a cat, and that was several pictures ago, then things were hard for him to focus on for a while in there, and then... they were all college girls getting drunk and making out. Wait, why was it they again? Rick paced about, patting Emily gently on the back.
When he'd been a cat, he was replaced as Emily's boyfriend by that guy Henry, so... was he the other girl who just ran off with the camera? Suddenly he remembered he wasn't alone in figuring this out. Pulling Emily away from his chest and setting her down on the floor, he asked,
"Emily? You're still you, right?"
She nodded.
"Was that other girl Henry?"
Emily shook her head, babbled incoherently a moment, shut her mouth, balled her fists, and took a deep breath, before trying again. "Caaaaaaaah. Keeeey caaaaaaaah. Maaaaaaaaay."
Rick struggled to puzzle that out. "Khakis? Cammie?"
Emily tried again. "Caaaaah!" and mimed pawing at the air as best she could.
"Oh! The cat?" said Rick.
But no sooner was that mystery resolved than the next walked through the door. A tall muscular black man who didn't look like anyone Rick or Emily knew strutted through the doorway with a big smile, asking Rick if he was "trying to teach our baby girl to talk already, huh?" before swooping in for a shockingly passionate kiss that made it quite obvious this was Emily's father in this version of reality.
Rick was almost too shocked to say anything but managed to pull away from the caressing hands of his new husband? Boyfriend? "Yeah, hey did Fiona leave?" Rick asked, still able to recall that much at least from a change ago.
"Sure did," replied the mystery man who was just seamlessly swinging behind him to massage his shoulders. "Got the house all to ourselves... so what say we put our little girl here to bed and start trying for number two?"