Jim had been wandering around, pushing on some, and he'd stopped at a memory foam mattress that he just wasn't sure about. He pushed his hand in and watched the foam slowly take shape again. He tugged at a corner, sat on it -- and he hurriedly stood. That just hadn't been right.

When Steve came to tell him where the firm beds were, he gladly followed, leaving the memory foam behind. "That thing was just weird..."