She helped pull him upright. He nearly fell again as he attempted to walk to the closest wall for support. Kara handed him his pants, which he used as temporary cover for his modified groin.
“I don’t understand... How is this possible...” He said, holding the wadded pants against his lap.
“Are you in pain?” Kara asked.
“No...” He replied. “Not at all.”
“At least there’s that.” Julia added. “Is there anything we can do? Anyone you want to call?”
“I’m not sure... Should I go to the hospital?” He stuttered. “Is this what’s been happening to people... To my friends? ... I ... I think I need to sit down.”
Kara took one of his arms over her shoulder and helped him back to his apartment. The layout was a carbon copy of her own aside from different furniture and being slightly messier. She eased him down onto a chair by the window.
“Aren’t you worried you’ll change too?” He asked. “If I’m infected, you shouldn’t be here...”
“Too late for that.” Julia replied. “Whatever is changing people has already spread throughout the city. I changed yesterday, and Kara woke up with something new... I wouldn’t be surprised if the people in apartment 18 change on their way out.”
“If they haven’t already.” Kara added.
“But you both look normal.” He said.
“Should I tell him?” Julia asked.
“Our changes are a little personal. We don’t even know his name.” Kara replied.
“It’s Frank...” He offered. “Frank Kenson...”
“I’ve seen you a few times ... but haven’t ever introduced myself. I didn’t expect to formally meet under these... Circumstances.”
“I don’t think any of us expected this...” Kara shrugged, turning towards Julia. “Go ahead and tell him.”
“This might seem really crazy, but you should at least know you’re not the only one...”