Chapter 1 : Sentient PantsArriving back at his bleak home on this very bleak day, Paul couldn't help but wonder, 'How am I ever going to get this stain out?'
He scrubbed at it with a rag for almost an hour, threw it in the wash a few times and even took it to the dry cleaners, but all to no avail. That vomit stain simply wasn't coming out.
Paul went and forgot about it, at least for a while. He did normal everyday things; he ate, he slept, he tidied up his hotel room he'd rented for the night. Meanwhile his pants sat in plastic wrap, crisp but not quite clean, seeming to ponder on their own account.
Perhaps they pondered if they would ever be worn again, or if that vomit stain would become friends with it. The vomit stain on the other hand, had plans of its own, and Paul probably wasn't going to like them.
Paul was just trying to be a normal guy, trying to take a normal vacation. So far that wasn't going so well. The alarm he had set on the bedside table hadn't gone off that morning, meaning he hadn't woken up