You are now briefly Kat. You have grown fond of this strange blonde haired human that has spent more time with you than any other human over most of the last week. Not that you've seen any other humans apart from him and the strange woman that brought you here. You are attempting to devise a method of communicating with him by way of colours and sounds. He responds with gestures and noises of his own, you think you are beginning to break down the communications barrier.
You are now Jack again. You have just finished doing a fine job donating your mucus.
A kindly old lady stops you and shakes your hand, she says that without you her son may never have been able to smell anything ever again. You say that she shouldn't be thanking you, but the courageous vets that made the transplant possible.
She stares at you blankly for a while.
Suddenly a voice in your subconscious drags you off somewhere, you excuse yourself saying that you have to...
Go spelunking in the catacombs. You can find some interesting things there.
Go adventure in the catacombs but you tell her er...
flirt with anything that moves.
Oh God. Do it.
Yes.
I second the sudden onset of amorous intentions, and also the catacomb spelunking.
You tell her you hope she'll be at the park sometimes tomorrow, *wink* *wink*.
She gives you a strange look as bicycle away into the distance in your pyjamas.
Time to get this adventure started.
You head right.
Things seem to be going alright.
You descend on foot.
MYSTERIOUS MR. GNOME GET
...
You have no idea what this thing is or why you picked it up.
Time to head home though, it's pretty late.