"Brayden. I'm here!" Screams Callum as his best friend picks him up, "Brayden! Anyone!"
"We'll put the clothes in storage," says Mr Jackson.
"I'M RIGHT FUCKING HERE!"
Brayden sighs as he puts the clothes of his best friend over his shoulder. Callum is still screaming as he is covered by other pieces, "Please tell me you can hear me!" Callum begs in darkness.
Brayden starts walking down the hallway, feeling glum and sorry for his friend.
"I wonder where he is."
"I'm here!"
"Hopefully he's not too scared. Especially since he'll likely be naked."
"I'm not........ Wait....," Callum thinks for a few seconds before noticing he feels mostly hollow and weighs basically nothing, "They said pick up the cloth...... Oh Fuck! I'm a shirt."
"Brayden," Callum begs, "If you can hear me. Please let me know."
Brayden walks up to one of the storage lockers. He sighs and starts putting the clothes in.