"What the fuck?!" Chris shouted. His body was gone! Strangely he could still hear is own voice. After a moment of getting his bearings, Chris realized he could see himself still ... sort of. He appeared to be in some kind of spectral form.
Flying around the store, he soon located his own body, seemingly carrying on in some sort of 'autopilot' mode. It was going about his duties acting as if everything was normal. He wondered if it even knew that anything was different.
"This is so weird," Chris said as he watched his body chatting with his friend and co-worker Miranda
Following behind his body in his spectral form, Chris thought about what he would do.
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