"Home where?"
"It's a star you can't even see with your biggest telescopes," said Mr. Xlptl, waving his hand deprecatingly. "I want you to find her and bring her back to me. I can make her see the error of her ways and re-transmigrate."
I wondered how you went about finding an un-retransmigrated Mrs. Xlptl, but before I could open my mouth and say something bright, Mr. Xlptl told me: "You see, she disappeared in a busload of honeymooning brides who had been on a quiz program which each week interviews and gives prizes to the half dozen or so prettiest new brides they can find. Now, as the expression goes, the honeymoon is over and each bride has gone home. I have all their addresses. Mrs. Xlptl is hiding in one of their bodies. I'd go and find her myself by transmigrating into the bodies of the respective husbands until I ran across her, but I find an Earth body somewhat uncomfortable and I'm willing to give you fifty dollars a day and expenses for your services if you'll do the job for me, locate her, and bring her back. Is that satisfactory?"
"You mean, I'll transmigrate? I'll get into the bodies of those six husbands of those six pretty new brides—like the husbands were suits of clothing or something?" Humor him, Brody. He's nuts.
"Exactly, Mr. Brody. You will do it?"
I nodded. Mr. Xlptl gave me a check. I decided in advance that it would make like a rubber ball, but I put it in the middle drawer of the desk, anyhow. I reached into the bottle drawer and took out the office bottle. "Have one?" I said.
"Alcohol?" asked Mr. Xlptl in horror. "To me alcohol is extremely toxic."
"Maybe," I said, "you got something there." But I took a small one anyhow and when I looked up there was a sheet of paper with a list of names and addresses on the desk.
"Take them one at a time," Mr. Xlptl told me. "Just think about the name and you'll transmigrate. I've already given you the power."