Scott watches tentatively as Kate heads to the bathroom. It's not until the door shuts behind her that he tugs his cell phone out of his pocket and furiously moves his fingers across the screen until he has Jan's contact screen pulled up.
Her picture, which had just been a generic, genderless torso a few days before was now replaced with a goofy selfie Scott had taken while occupying her body.
But soon enough, he clicks the MESSAGE button and immediately starts typing. He doesn't know how much time he has.
>> How drunk is too drunk for Kate?? >> She's asking me to go out dancing with her and I'm pretty sure she's toasted
Scott glances at the bathroom door, then looks back down at the screen, trying to will Jan to answer faster.