He only just had time to say, "There's a charm for almost everything" before the tube got him. The thunk was loud on impact, echoing in Fred's head, and he put a hand up to rub his scalp where he was sure he was going to have a mark. That's what he got for not turning around getting ready to catch it. Anyway, it was a small price to pay for the sound of laughter.
He missed laughing.
Would he ever feel like himself again?
Had the man he'd been died the moment he'd arrived?
Fred handed his companion the tube. "Instructions say to lay it on thick every few hours." And then, because the old Fred would be disappointed in him for not getting in there, he smirked and added, "I can help you with those hard to reach places." He'd said it, but it felt hollow.