A little dark.

She walked over to the door, drink in her hand, a look of determination on her face. There he was now banging on her back door. She walked through the living room to the kitchen, seeing him standing there yelling through the small window on the door. He was an old man, dressed in old, stained clothes, his beard untrimmed and his hair messy and greasy. Visible through his hair was an incision and staples keeping it closed.

She got right to the door and spoke calmly but loudly enough for him to hear through the window. No way was she opening anything.

"You need to leave!" She said assertively. "Stop yelling, stop pounding on my door. Leave now or the police will be here and take you away, okay? You can then explain to them all this about brain transplants and body swaps all that that nonsense. Want that?"

The old man looked at her, scowled an oddly feminine scowl, and walked away in a huff.

Bert smiled a dark smile as he watched his former body shuffle away, defeated, then sat down on the living room couch and took a sip of his tea and whiskey. It was always a favorite of his, he thought as he looked over to see if Sally had returned.

God, he thought, she was very persistent. She had tried this twice already today and he wondered if she'd be bold enough to try anything later on. Probably, he thought, she didn't think she had much to lose by doing this. Bert knew better, having been homeless on and off for years by this point. There was always a way to make it worse and angering upper-middle class idiots was an easy way to do it, which Bert for all intents and purposes now was. Well, he thought with satisfaction, she shouldn't have been mean to him when that mad scientist guy was around. This was her fault and now she had to pay for it.

He heard a car coming in the driveway and he smiled. Despite how she was, her husband seemed to be very kind and he didn't doubt he could get some sympathy from the encounters he had to day, maybe even a bit more!