Jon looked down at himself and saw that he was the same, except ... he seemed to be a little shorter. It must have been an age swap that happened.
"Watch where the fuck you're going," he heard Zoe yell. He looked up and saw her, standing only a few feet away. She was a little taller, a little older. But she was still clearly a Goth girl. If they had indeed swapped ages, then Zoe was now 17 and Jon was 15 - a freshman.
"Zoe, wait," Jon said.
"What?" Zoe snapped.
Jon didn't bother giving her an answer. He reached out and touched Zoe's hand and said "Swap."
