"Hey, I'm so excited, and I need to burn off some energy. You want to go for a run?" Jeff asked.
He pulled out identical pairs of running shorts from his days on the track team, and tossed his doppelganger a
pair. Then he fished out a couple pairs of clean athletic socks, and tossed his twin one pair.
The twin giggled nervously as he put on each sock. It felt weird and good to wiggle his toes inside another
sock. The shoes were a bit more difficult. Jeff put on his newest pair, then he fished around his closet to
find a pair that were a half size smaller for the Jeff duplicate.
They had been gone an hour when Carl arrived. He was Jeff's oldest buddy and he walked right into the house
like he owned it. Jeff had left the back door unlocked because he didn't want to carry a house key on his run.
Carl quickly determined that he was alone, and immediately went to Jeff's mattress. He lifted it up. The sock
was gone. Carl had been using Jeff's sock as a masturbatory aid for years. Those crusty loads in the sock
weren't just Jeff's alone, but Jeff didn't know that.
Carl started looking around the room and he found the Chronivac. He opened the files and discovered what that
Subject One was the missing sock. He started typing.