Kim, her heart a tempest of anxiety and desperation, stood at the threshold of her temporary mobile home. The events of the previous night weighed heavily upon her, a leaden cloak of dread stifling her spirit. Inside, the sounds of Jeff and Katherine preparing for their day grated on her already frayed nerves, while Tanja's stentorian snores reverberated from the living room, a cacophony of normalcy that felt grotesquely out of place.

Steeling herself, Kim crossed the threshold, and the scene that unfolded before her eyes was nothing short of apocalyptic. Tanja's drunken expulsion had transformed the lower levels of Kim's abode into a biohazard zone. A viscous tide of vomit, chunky and malodorous, clung to every surface, a grotesque tapestry of partially digested food and bile. The air hung thick with the cloying stench, a miasma of decay that threatened to overwhelm Kim's senses. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead, and began to walk through the mess, her bare feet sinking slightly into the vomit with each step. The first floor was a disaster zone. The furniture was coated in a thick layer of vomit, the walls and ceiling splattered with chunks and streaks of the vile substance. The once-familiar space was now alien and hostile, the furniture draped in a macabre tapestry of vomit, the walls and ceiling adorned with splatters and streaks of the vile substance. Kim's heart plummeted like a stone. Any hope of salvaging her belongings evaporated as the sheer magnitude of the devastation became apparent. Her clothes, her few precious possessions, lay submerged in the revolting morass, rendered unwearable and ruined. She carefully made her way down the stairs, her hands gripping the railing tightly to keep her balance. The stairs were slick with vomit, and she had to move slowly to avoid slipping and falling. As she reached the lower floors, the sight was even more disheartening. The vomit had seeped into every corner, coating the floors, walls, and ceilings in a thick, disgusting layer. Kim's bedroom was a particular mess. The bed was soaked in vomit, the sheets and blankets ruined beyond repair. Her personal belongings, scattered across the floor, were also coated in the vile substance, rendering them useless. She sighed, her heart heavy with the loss of her personal items and the realization that she had nothing left to wear. The bathroom was in a similar state. The toilet, sink, and shower were all covered in vomit, the tiles slick and slippery. Kim's toiletries, scattered across the counter, were also ruined, their contents mixing with the vomit to create a noxious mess. She felt a sense of violation and desperation, knowing that her home had been defiled and her belongings destroyed. As she walked through the mess, Kim's mind raced with thoughts of how to clean up and salvage what she could. She remembered that she still had some belongings in her actual home, items that she could use to start rebuilding her life in the mobile home. But she couldn't walk out naked, and Jeff couldn't enter the Micro flat himself. She needed help, and she needed it desperately. She made her way back upstairs, her mind racing with plans for how to tackle the cleanup. She heard the sound of footsteps approaching and turned to see Jeff standing at the entrance of her mobile home, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Kim, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. "I can only imagine what it's like in there."

Kim sighed, her voice trembling with desperation. "It's a mess, Jeff. A complete and utter mess. Everything is ruined—my clothes, my furniture, everything. But I remember I still have some stuff left in my actual home. I need someone to get them for me. I can't walk out naked, and you can't enter a Micro flat."

Jeff nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I understand, Kim. I'll ask one of your Micro colleagues to help. They can enter your home and retrieve your belongings. Just tell me what you need, and I'll make sure it gets done."

Kim felt a surge of gratitude and relief. With Jeff's help and the assistance of her Micro colleagues, she knew she could face the daunting task ahead. She took a deep breath, her mind already racing with plans and strategies.

"Jeff, I think I need to send my mobile home back to where I rented it," Kim said, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within her. "Maybe the guarantee will cover some of the damage. I can't live in it like this, and I need to get it cleaned professionally."

Jeff nodded, his expression thoughtful. "That's a good idea, Kim. I'll make the call for you. We'll get this sorted out."

Kim felt a glimmer of hope. "Thank you, Jeff. I really appreciate it."

Jeff smiled softly. "No problem, Kim. We'll get through this together."

With that, Jeff left to make the necessary arrangements, leaving Kim to start the cleanup process.

A few hours later, Jeff had gone to work without Kim. Katherine, trying to be helpful, had fashioned an improvised dress for Kim from tissues. The dress looked like a weird wedding gown, with layers of tissue paper held together with makeshift stitches. Kim sat near the cooking plate in the kitchen, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment as she wore the peculiar outfit.

Katherine was busy preparing food for Tanja, who was still recovering from her drunken stupor. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of cooking, and the sound of sizzling food filled the air. Katherine had explained to Tanja that Kim was a friend of hers who had experienced an accident in her flat and needed a place to stay for a few days. They tried to keep the conversation casual, but a certain tension lingered in the air.

"So, Kim, how are you holding up?" Katherine asked, her voice friendly but slightly strained. She stirred a pot on the stove, her movements efficient and practiced.

Kim smiled weakly, trying to keep her voice light. "I'm okay, thanks to you and Jeff. It's been a rough morning, but I'm managing."

Tanja, sitting at the kitchen table, looked at Kim with a curious and slightly skeptical expression. "You know, Katherine, something about this whole setup seems a bit... off. I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something fishy going on here."

Katherine's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, Tanja, you're just imagining things. Kim is a friend in need, and we're happy to help. Isn't that right, Kim?"

Kim nodded, her smile feeling forced. "Yes, that's right. I'm really grateful for your hospitality."

Tanja raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on Kim's improvised dress. "And what's with the weird outfit? It looks like you're wearing a tissue paper wedding gown."

Kim laughed nervously, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Oh, this? It's just something Katherine put together for me. My clothes were... ruined in the accident. I grabbed the first thing in my dresser and ran out when my apartment was flooded."

Tanja raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on Kim's improvised dress. "Hmm, well, I guess that explains it. Still, something feels off. But I'll let it go for now." She paused, her expression turning thoughtful. "Speaking of weird things, what about that weird doll I found yesterday? It was so lifelike, and I swear it moved."

Katherine's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Oh, Tanja, you must be remembering wrong. There was no doll. You were pretty drunk last night, so maybe your memory is a bit fuzzy."

Tanja's eyes narrowed, her voice firm. "No, Katherine, I'm sure I saw a doll. It was right there on the nightstand. It even felt warm, like it was alive."

Katherine shook her head, her voice steady. "I'm sorry, Tanja, but you're mistaken. There was no doll. Maybe you were just disoriented from the alcohol."

Tanja crossed her arms, her expression stubborn. "I know what I saw, Katherine. That doll was real, and it was weird. I'm not imagining things."

Katherine sighed, her voice taking on a slightly exasperated tone. "Tanja, I assure you, there was no doll. You must have been seeing things. Let's just focus on getting you some food and recovering from last night."

Tanja huffed but didn't press the issue further. "Fine, but I know what I saw."

As they continued to discuss the matter, Katherine finished cooking a hearty meal of beef stew with thick, crusty bread. The aroma filled the kitchen, making Tanja's stomach rumble in anticipation. Katherine set the table, placing a large bowl of stew and a basket of bread in the centre.

"Here we go," Katherine said, her voice cheerful. "Dig in, Tanja. You need to get your strength back."

Tanja eagerly began to serve herself, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the hearty meal. As she took her first bite, she looked over at Kim, who was sitting quietly near the cooking plate.

"Aren't you going to eat something, Kim?" Tanja asked, her voice curious.

Katherine quickly interjected, "Oh, Kim doesn't have any dishes for Mikros. She can just grab something from my plate. I'll put something on the border of the table so she can easily reach it."

Tanja rolled her eyes, her voice tinged with annoyance. "That's ridiculous. Kim can just climb onto my plate. She wouldn't be the first Micro to do so. It's like having a little pet."

Kim's expression darkened slightly, but she didn't argue. She knew better than to provoke Tanja, especially in her current state. Katherine, likewise, chose not to engage in a debate with Tanja, focusing instead on keeping the peace.

"Alright, Tanja," Katherine said, her voice neutral. "If that's what you prefer."

Tanja nodded, satisfied with the arrangement. She continued to eat her stew, occasionally glancing at Kim with a mix of curiosity and amusement. Kim, meanwhile, waited patiently for Katherine to place some food on the border of the table.