Rob went back to sit on the beach. He closed his eyes and let himself relax. He felt comfortable; maybe he was feeling a little too comfortable. He had completely lost any sense of panic. He realized that he was no longer concerned with the fact that he now had a body that was not his own. He tried to muster up concern about his feminine form, but he found it impossible. He could only guess this was the magic of the swap seeping in further. But while he wasn't able to worry about his body any longer, he was still able to worry about his lack of worry. He wondered if this might be a loophole, a way to make sure he wouldn't give in to complacency and that he wouldn't give up on finding a way to reverse this mess.