"Not a chance." Paula said with a big smile on her face, watching him walk. "I'm so glad I'm not wearing the heels right now. See, I got your dad shoes on. Now I see why you guys wear these things. Ugly as hell, but damn are they comfortable."

He shook his head at her, still holding her hat as he saw her, her head on his body, each hand holding onto a piece of carry-on luggage.

"You got all that?" He asked.

"I'm a flight attendant. Yes, I've got that." She had to laugh. "Besides, I am a bit stronger than I was before. I don't quite have the legs I used to have, though."

"I'll trade you."

"I wish we could. I think we both want our original bodies back, but that crazy doctor, well, I don't think that's going to happen. Here's let's go get our stuff. Do you live here?"

"Yeah."

"Well, this is where I can help you to your car and that's about it. My stuff was mostly just new uniforms I got yesterday and like two sets of normal clothes, which only one set is even clean. Sorry."

"Don't be. Most of mine are dirty from my trip. Are you married?"

"Nah, you?"

"Yeah."

"Does your wife..?"

"Yeah."

"Well, good luck, and I mean that. Oh, Mind if I keep the hat?"

"It is yours." He said, handing it to her.

"About the only thing I can wear of my uniform now." She said, putting it on. She grinned and posed.

"I look completely bonkers, don't I?"

"We both do."

"Well, as long as I'm not the only one."