Deciding to break the silence, Jon offered, "My name is Jon Madison. I'm a guy, but this is not my body. Based on what you were just saying, I'm guessing you're in the wrong body too."
The woman nervously looked at Jon, clearly deciding whether to trust him or not. However, looking around, she realized she had no choice, and responded. "I'm... I'm Greg Dobbins. I play basketball at the University of North Dakota." Greg looked around again and back at Jon. "Do you have any idea where we are? Or who we are?"
"Not exactly." Jon answered. Looking around, Jon saw nothing familiar. "I'm from a suburb of Chicago, so I'm not really familiar with any forests. We should probably check our packs and stuff to see if there are any maps or anything to help us out."
Greg nodded and the two set to work looking. Soon, Jon and Greg had two billfolds and a trail map with several red marks made on it. Deciding to put off finding out their new identities, Jon and Greg looked at the map first. "I was in boy scouts," Greg said. "I think that we're at the first red dot here. See the hill over there? That means we're only a few miles away from this parking lot. I'll bet that's where these people's cars are!"
Jon looked at the map and agreed. It would only be about a six mile hike to get there. A long walk, but Jon had been afraid that it would be much worse. Looking at Greg, Jon said, "Okay then. Are we ready to learn who we are?"
Greg nodded grimly. Handing him one of the billfolds, Jon took the other. The two former young men opened their new billfolds and looked at their state of Illinois drivers liscences. "I'm Carl Jensen. According to this, I live in Evanston, which is another suburb of Chicago and am 31 years old," Jon said. "Who are you?"
Hearing no answer, Jon looked up and saw Greg staring at his left hand and back at Jon. "Oh my God," Greg said. "I think we may be married!!! My liscense says my name is Elizabeth Watts Jensen. I'm 25 years old and I live in Evanston, too!" Jon looked at Greg's hand, and then at his own. Sure enough, both were wearing what appeared to be a matching set of wedding bands.
"This is going to be interesting," Jon said. "We need to pack up and get back to the city." Greg nodded dumbly, still in shock. "Come on," Jon repeated, "Lets pack up and go!"
