Jon felt dizzy for a moment. He looked down at himself, looking for any changes. He looked at his outfit, and breathed a sigh of relief. I'm back in my normal clothes! he thought to himself. Wait... of course I'm normal. Why would I be wearing something different from what I put on this morning. Why would I even think something like that
Jon looked at the boy in front of him. He looked familiar somehow, but couldn't quite put a name with the face. "I'm sorry, were we talking about something?"
The boy replied, "You just asked me what time it was. It's about ten minutes 'til one."
"Oh! I have to get to work. Um, thanks." Jon turned and walked away. He glanced back at the boy, and saw him put something in his pocket. Something about that made Jon feel strange, but he shook it off. He continued walking, listening to the >clickclick< sound coming from beneath him. He caught his reflection in a shop window, admiring his outfit.
And his shoes:
