Ralph and Francesca stared blankly at the sofa in front of them.

"What...are we going to do with it?"

Ralph pulled out his phone and scrolled through the messages his sister sent him. "'Don't worry about feeding it. Or bathing it—unless you want to. Just keep it someplace where the dog won't shred it apart'." Ralph stroked his chin. "That's not all of it. Oh! Found it. She said, 'Can I please drop off my new body? I can't keep it at the facility while get get this surgery done, else I pay a shit-ton of money. Please? Ask Francesca and let me know'."

Francesca crossed her arms. "So we just keep it here until the transplant?"

"Yeah. Umm...but if anything, we can keep it in the closet or something. Since she's, you know, naked." Ralph felt kind of uneasy saying that. It wasn't the first time he had seen her this way, but it didn't make it any less awkward.

Francesca didn't mutter a word. She was busy in thought. She chuckled at the absurdity of one particular thought she entertained. She looked at her husband. "What if..."

"...What?"

"What if I put my head on her body? We can think of it as a test run."

Ralph recoiled. "The fuck? That's my sister's body you're talking about."

She switched her attention to the headless figure before her. "Is it though...?"