“I'm not going to beat about the bush, I work in a morgue. Yes, I know, it's creepy, can we move on now. I don’t know what it is about being surrounded by corpses all day, but it tends to scare people away, ya know.”
The man she's addressing nods slightly, his eyes barely opening, looking vaguely dazed. Becoming increasingly aware of the cold surface beneath him, and registering with some slight confusion that he seems to be naked.
“Er, um, excuse me but, could you explain what's going on here?”
The woman stops what she’s doing, tenses then turns around suddenly and regards him with furrowed brow.
“Damned if I know, never had one talk back before."
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