Kit dragged the wagon through the densely populated streets. He wasn’t sure what it was he had offered to carry, but his trusty wagon was holding out, if only he could say the same about his arms and legs. Rebecca led him up a hill, trying her hardest to see over the crowd. Kit stopped trying to see where he was going long ago and just followed his boss, if she couldn’t see past the pedestrian traffic then what chance does he have.

“You're sure this is the right way?” Kit asked squeezing past a Rhino.

Rebecca glared ahead at all the rude People not looking where they’re going. “Yes Kit,” she grumbled. “Should be just at the top of this hill,”

Kit knew better then to test her when she’s in this mood, but the situation is testing both of them. The Hill leveled off, so that was something. Kit looked back at his luggage even though he could feel its weight. Checking that it was secure, he switches hands for the tenth time. Rebecca checked each building they came across mumbling “No,” at each one.

“There he is!” Rebecca pointed to an open garage.

The Boss ran ahead to meet with the owner leaving Kit behind. “Wait up!”

It was much harder to barge through the crowd while dragging such a heavy load and Kit lost sight of her as more pedestrians walked past him. He then heard a loud clang followed by an “Ow!”. Kit rudely pushed through some People to find Rebecca lying on the grass.

“Miss Cunningham!” Kit dropped his cargo and ran to her side. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” she groaned.

“What happened? I couldn’t see you for just a moment and here you are,”

She put a hand on her forehead. “Honestly, I don’t know, it happened so fast,”

Kit takes her hand and helps her stand up. “Well, let’s get you back for some rest,”

“Yes, let’s do that,”

They give the Man his order and Kit holds Rebecca’s hand, assisting her back to her office, steadying her when she wobbled.

Back at Higher for Hire, Kit helped his Boss recline on the couch. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

“Do you need anything?” Kit asked.

“No thanks, I just need some rest,”

“Okay, just holler if you need anything,”

Half an hour later, Kit was playing with his yo-yo attempting to pull off some new tricks with little success, tangling it up. Rebecca came into the room and reached for her purse. She didn’t look as bad as before, but still walked pitifully.

“How are you feeling?” Kit asked.

“Not great, I think I should see a doctor,” she moaned.

“Still have a headache?”

“Actually, my heads feeling much better, it’s my stomach that feels wrong,” she explains.

“Oh, an upset stomach? Do you think you might throw up?”

“Well,” she looked for the right words. “More like there is something wrong in my stomach, like I ate something rancid,”

Both Bears stared at her belly. Kit wondered what could be wrong with it and got an idea.

“Miss Cunningham, if you think something’s inside you, would you mind if I take a look?” he asked.

Rebecca thought about it, looking down at her loyal worker and smiles. “Okay, you may have a look,”

“Okay, over here,” Kit guided her to a table, helping her on a seat. Looking around, the little guy found a hand flashlight. Checking that it was in working order he climbs onto the table and walks towards his patient. “Open wide,” he pointed to her mouth.

Rebecca obeyed opening up as wide as she could. Kit leaned forward, stuffing his head inside her. Somehow this is not the strangest thing he has ever done. Crawling to the back of her throat, he points the flashlight down her esophagus, the tube stretching and contracting with her breathing. His head was over her throat and his legs were hanging out of Rebecca’s mouth, it was a balancing act. Kit tilted his head and light ever so slightly, trying to find the best angle. And there, in her stomach, something shines off his light.

“I see something!” he announced enthusiastically. “I’m going in,”

Kit grabs her teeth and pulls himself forward, taking the dive down his boss’s gullet. Entering Rebecca’s tiny stomach, the organ stretched considerably to contain him. Her belly must have expanded.

“What do you see?” Rebecca asked.

The problem was obvious. “There’s a bowling ball, how did that get in here?”

“Wow, um, I don’t know,”

“Allow me to get it out,”

Kit takes the ball and stands up, pushing the piece of iron back through the esophagus. Just a little higher. Rebecca has difficulties breathing as it reaches her throat.

“Hold on, I almost got it,”

It felt like a tight squeeze, but Kit gives one last, good push and both the ball and the flashlight fly out of her mouth, followed by a clang and Rebecca’s gasp for air. Kit was tuckered out and collapsed back inside her, sitting in the fetal position.

“Are you okay in there?”

“I’m fine, just tired. What about you?”

“Kit, I feel so much better, thank you,” Rebecca pats her belly.

“You’re welcome,”

“I guess you can come out now,”

Kit didn’t respond, he felt the warm organ wrapped around him, the beating of Rebecca’s heart, there was something serene about being in here, something peaceful.

“Kit?” she asked.

“This is going to sound weird, but I kinda like it in here,” Kit replied.

“Oh, how so?”

Kit looked for every word he could think of to describe it. “I’m not sure I can explain it, but it feels safe or something,”

“Being in a stomach feels safe?” Rebecca asked.

It then hits him. “Now, you would think being in a stomach is gross and scary, if it were anyone else. But I think it’s you specifically that I like being inside,”

“Me? I’m flattered,” Kit feels Rebecca’s hand press against him and he in turn pressed his hand against hers. “Alright, you may stay there for a bit,”

Excitement clashed with reality. “Are you sure I’m not too heavy for you?”

“Nonsense,” she replies. Kit feels himself being hoisted upwards as Rebecca stands up. “I carried Molly, your no problem. You enjoy yourself,”

“Okay, I will,”