Back at the orphanage, Summer, and Marigold finished switching all of the passed out orphans, and switching them with regular copied clothes from the box they brought. Finally, while Summer was going to talk with Reverend Rogers, Marigold noticed that one of the beds in the boys bedroom was empty.
"Okay, Mr. Reverend," Summer lies. "I believe our work here is done. The kids will now be safe this Christmas wearing these non-flammable clothes that we have given them, so we'll just head back to the W.F.A Foundation to burn these flammable ones, so they don't cause any harm for anyone." "We thank you for coming at such short notice then, my child," Rogers explains. "And so does the lord himself." 'Oh brother,' Summer thinks, as she closed up the box full of the magic clothes, and began to leave.
Just then, Marigold came into the room. "Excuse me," Marigold says. "After switching the clothes, I did a child count, and noticed one of the orphans in the boys room was missing." "Missing?" Summer asks. "Yes," Marigold answers. "The girls, and boys dorms each had 4 bunkbeds, that came with 2 beds, making 8 beds all together. But there were only 7 boys that went to the beds, while one was empty. Is there anyone who sleeps in the upper-top corner?" "Oh, that's Arnell's bed," Rogers explains. "He's the youngest, and disabled orphan in our orphanage. He was given a top-hat from the flammable clothes we accidentally received." 'Fuck,' Summer thought.