My clothes were made of some thick, durable canvas cloth but amateurly sewn together. The only thing that seemed store-bought was a pack of cotton underwear Raksha had brought me. It had been in a plastic Walmart bag, which raised about a hundred questions for me, but I kept my mouth shut. Did Raksha go up to Earth and get them at Walmart? Was there possibly a Walmart in Hell? It seemed plausible.
