"Will thinks he's gonna come back quick enough that he'll go straight back into that body." Much said, catching her wrist in his hand, glad for something warm and alive to hold onto, to be honest. It had been three days now, every one of them fraught. What if he didn't come back in this body? Much hadn't. Much hadn't even come back in the same state. Then what were they gonna do with the body in the bathtub? "Also, we didn't know what else to do with him," Much added. "Body disposal used to be a lot easier in the past." Like everything.