"Are you sure you're okay, Mom?" Jon asked.
"Yes. I'll get up in a few minutes." When he saw that Jon wasn't leaving, he pushed further. "I'm fine. Really."
Jon reluctantly left, leaving Mikey alone to his own dilemma. After a minute, he stood up and saw that he was still in the hall. He turned to go into his bedroom, but the door was closed. It wasn't like that when he fainted. He turned the doorknob and walked in, seeing his original self sitting on the bed, crying.
"Mom?" he asked. It was still weird hearing his mother's voice coming from his own mouth.
The boy on the bed looked up. There were tears in his eyes. "Is that you, Mikey?"
Mikey nodded.
"How did this happen?"
