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Read Billy Jo's finised paper. Check what the NIH and biotech emails actually want. See what the new year brings at work.

The paper is on the coffee table. Forty-one pages. The title page reads: *Comfort as Contagion: A Phenomenological Account of Proximity-Induced Somatic Transformation in a Single-Source Cohort.* Billy Jo's name. Dr. Harmon and Dr. Pradhan listed as contributing researchers. The date: January 1. The ink is fresh — she finished it at 3 AM while the others slept. Lena picks it up with yellow nails. The belly shifts. The couch creaks. The apartment is quiet for the first time in days.

The abstract is three paragraphs. The language is different from the case study — not clinical, not detached, but not unscientific either. Billy Jo writes about the wish as a mechanism without a label. She writes about the word *comfortable* appearing in her own vocabulary on the ninth Saturday observation, about the fourteen pounds that appeared without dietary change, about the yellow nails and the stretch marks and the bare feet and the body hair. She writes about pissing on the apartment floor for the first time and the feeling that accompanied it — not shame, not liberation, but recognition. She calls it *somatic recognition.* The body recognizing what it was always meant to be. She writes about Lena as the source — not a patient, not a subject, but the index case of something that doesn't have a name yet. She writes about herself as the second data point. She writes about Marcus and Carl and Diane as proximity cases. She writes about the marathon. She writes about the word spreading and the word being *more.* The final paragraph is a single sentence: *The question is not whether comfort is contagious. The question is how far it will travel.*

The emails are in Billy Jo's inbox. She left the laptop open. Lena scrolls with yellow nails. The NIH email is from a program director in the National Institute of General Medical Sciences — dated October 19, six weeks ago, never answered. It asks whether Dr. Reeves would consider submitting a grant proposal for a longitudinal study of proximity-induced somatic change. It references the case study. It uses the word *unprecedented.* The second NIH email, dated November 28, asks whether the case study data is available for independent replication. It mentions a potential funding line. The biotech emails are from two firms — one in Cambridge, one in Basel. The Cambridge email asks about commercial applications of the mechanism. The Basel email asks about licensing the raw data. Both emails mention the word *therapeutic.* Both emails mention dollar amounts. Neither email has been answered.

Diane's text comes at 9:47 AM on January 1. *Have you seen Billy Jo's inbox?* Lena texts back: *Just read the paper. It's good. She's the second data point and she wrote it like one.* Diane responds in thirty seconds: *The NIH emails have been sitting since October. If they follow up directly — if they go around Billy Jo — this stops being a case study and starts being a federal investigation. I've been thinking about this since November.* Lena reads it twice. The hum doesn't stop. The hum is warm. The hum is patient. The hum doesn't care about the NIH.

January 2. The office. Lena arrives at eight — naked, barefoot, 999 pounds, the yellow toenails clicking the parking lot asphalt. Diane is already inside — 840 pounds, naked, bearded, the door open. The office has been cleaned. Not by them — by corporate. The carpet is new. The walls are painted. The filing cabinet is gone. There is a second desk. There is a second monitor. There is a note on Lena's desk in a corporate envelope: *Effective January 1, Ms. Park and Ms. Reeves will share this office as co-leads of the National STREAM Integration Division. Please direct all inquiries to Ms. Reeves' office.* Diane's handwriting is on the back: *They reorganized us. We're not analysts anymore. We're a division.* The salary is seven times what it was in January. The revenue is ten billion. The office is clean and new and it will not stay that way. The hum is warm. The body is comfortable. The body is at work. The body is the division now.

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