John found the clothing a bit loose on him, but at least they were clean. He stepped out from behind the divider, and felt odd. His butt cheeks clenched involuntarily. He felt stiff all over. He started to open his mouth, but it clamped shut. Tetanus? He wondered, but he had a shot only a year ago. He looked at his hand it had turned slate grey. His skin grew tight. He wanted to scream as his back arched. He felt like he was being ripped apart alive.
The next thing he new he had impossibly exploded and swallowed the clothing he was wearing.
Morton stooped down and fasted a luggage tag to his - handle? A sticky paper tag followed. Then Morton popped John open, and started to pack more clothing and toiletries inside.
"Sometimes luggage gets damaged, and the contents spill out. The airline prefers not pay for replacing luggage, as people always over value it. That's where I come. I review passenger lists for people who are flying stand by or coach, and are less likely to be noticed as missing. A single traveling salesman like you who makes your own itinerary is an ideal candidate to become replacement luggage," Morton explained as he diligently packed John up.
He then carried the helpless man out the other door that led into the terminal. He set the bag that used to be John on a luggage rack, and used the white phone to inform the airline employee that had been so rude to John earlier, "You can call Mr. Pennybones and tell him that his luggage has been located."
Morton smiled smugly, and noticed a lone teenager with a backpack searching for his bag among the items on the luggage rack. He walked over to Jamie and asked, "Airline lost your suitcase?"