"That seems to be the way of it. No one has ever found a person or more controlling anything. Things just...happen," Matthias says, watching as Damen puts on the shirt and sandals. He sighs when the shirt fits him tightly, and glances down at his own chest.

"You're welcome," he says. "You can keep them until we get you things in your size. The city gives you money for that. Hang on a moment."

Matthias slips into his bedroom to change from his pajama pants into his jeans. He puts on a pair of socks and his running sneakers and returns to the main room.

"It's the clothing of this city. It's strange to me, too, a little. These shoes especially," he says looking to his sneakers.