One thing Rivky forgot to take into account when she designed the vaccine. She only intended to collect the money from NASI, not make any real shidduchim. She didn’t realize that a mob of angry girls whose cloned husbands suddenly ceased to exist could cause her to go the same way. She heard the mob getting closer and closer. She hid in her coat closet. Rivky realized that the girls would open the coat closet first thing when they walked into her apartment, so she quickly and quietly crept out and hid in the cabinet under the sink. Don’t ask how she fit in- you do not want to know.
Meanwhile, as the girls were getting closer and closer, Rivky was getting wetter and wetter from the drip in the pipe. Soon she would be covered in disgusting dirty water. Her OCD was pressuring her to jump out and just face her fate with the girls. Her claustrophobia was trying to figure out which was worse- the pressure of the cabinet or the girls all around her. Her dementia was making her forget. Her schizophrenia was telling her that the cabinet walls are her safety protectors, and if she dare move them they will turn into slugs. Her paranoia was telling her that her schizophrenia was right.