I'm living in a basement suite, some female roomates, but I have a suite of my own. Upstairs live the landlady and her husband.
It's evening, and I'm putting my skeleton back in my body, I'd set it out in the yard to bleach a bit and get some air, I've forgotten why exactly...
...and I've dressed myself in my legs and hips and return to insert the ribs and vertebrae only to discover their missing...
I quiz my roommates, the girls, they don't know what happened to it...I'm beginning to get a little panicked, I need my skeleton, upstairs, asking the landlady, finally her husband comes home and I'm asking him about it and he gruffly replies that he's thrown it out...I'm upset, I need it, for support and to make blood cells, and I'm demanding the girls in the basement look for it, threatening them that if I have to go to the hospital and get another one it'll probably be that of a serial killer or some such, and we all know how that works out...
They're curiously incompetent and unhelpful...
It's sunset, a beautiful evening in the back yard, the skeleton is gone from the trash, of course, who's going to leave a perfectly good skeleton for the trash? And I'm panicking, starting to lose my shape, I look in the mirror and my face is blotchy, red vivid blotches, and I have to get to the hospital right away or I'll be dead soon, and that's unacceptable, I need to make my farewells first, annoyed that I took it out and put it in the yard to air, annoyed at the landlord for throwing it away, and trying to get him to give me a ride to the hospital right away...