Details, details, details.

“It’s just another state of being,” he explained. “Nothing’s really changed. I was who I was last week, aside from a few cosmetic trivialities.”

He took another bite of meat.

Paige didn’t know quite how let him know that it was evidently a little more than that. She decided on the gentle, yet direct, route.

“Well, Doug, there is the matter of the taxi driver.”

“He was an asshole. Tried to find the longest way here to inflate my fare.”

“Umm… you’re also losing your face,” she said, gesturing to his left side.

He grunted, mouth full and shoved his face back to the place it had been before gravity had claimed it. It didn’t take.

“Doug, I think you might be suffering from another major issue.”

“Whaff dat?” he said, as he tore off another piece of meat.

“I’m not expert, but I think you might be a little… undead? I mean, eating that driver’s leg kinda points towards the possibility you are a zombie. I mean, I’m really not okay with that.”

Doug swallowed hard. “Are you trying to dump me? You sound like you’re trying to lead up to dumping me.”

“Umm…” The gentle approach was not working as Paige had hoped.