There's a bright flash of light that surrounds your naked friend, and then the light condenses on itself, and an object flops to the ground. You blink slowly and walk up to the object. It appears to be a pair of black leather driving gloves. You look between the keys and the driving gloves, giving a whistle at how powerful these keys were.
"Keith?" you say, but the gloves don't respond. You pick them up and study them. The gloves smell like fresh leather, and you shiver to think if your friend Keith is conscious in this form, reduced to a pair of gloves. I mean, could you just put them on. You look around and shrug. You pull the gloves on. They are perfect size for your hands and quite comfortable. Or is he perfect size. Should you be thinking about Keith as a mere object like this. Maybe this was all just a trick or something set up by special effects and a hidden camera crew.
You look around again, the parking lot is still empty. No one is really about. You rub your gloved hands together. Well, if no one was going to burst out, you figure you may as well take a drive.
You look at the gloves, opening and closing your hands, the leather of the glove creaking. Should you try and turn Keith back first?