The apartment was just wide enough fit a twin bed. Ian had to walk over the think to get to the only window and only other door. Behind this door was a bathroom, which contained a fixture that seemed to be a stand-up shower and toilet and sink all-in-one. There wasn’t much room for clothes (not like he reallyy had many except for a few things he borrowed); the kitchen was down the hall in a communal area; there was no TV or desk or anything like that.
He thought about asking one of his friend who were now (at least temporarily) rich if he could stay with them. But he really just wanted to be able to go back to his own home -- which itself was being occupied by the person who presently had his body.
The whole thing was starting to feel like something out of a Kafka novel, and his only hope was a return to normalcy as quickly as possible. Somehow.
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