Cody woke up in the morning and put on the flannel, sweater, and yoga pants Trey had left for him. They flannel and sweater were cozy, but the yoga pants felt a little tight. They were still way better than anything Angela had brought though. When he walked into the living room, Trey was waiting, sitting on the couch.
“Thanks for lending me some clothes,” Cody said.
“I mean, they’re technically Heather’s clothes,” Trey said.
“I guess I should thank her. Where is she?”
Trey took a deep breath. “I have some bad news. I stayed up all night, long after you went to bed. Heather and Angela never came back to the cabin.”
Cody fell on his knees and began to cry. It wasn’t just the realization that he wasn’t going to get his body back; that he was likely going to be stuck as Angela for the rest of his life. But there was also a good chance something bad had happened to Heather and Angela considering the amount of snow and temperatures.
“We need to get out of here.” Cody finally said, “We need to call the police. We need to organize a search party. What if they’re...what if they’re dead?”
“We don’t know that. Heather’s got survival skills, and Angela...well, Angela is stubborrn. She won’t go down easily. They might still be all right...”
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