Biff looked on, as the sedan sped away. "Where the hell is she going?"
"Who cares about her? What about us? I want my body back!" Janelle said, still in a panic.
Across the street, Karyn was approaching the house, glancing around as she did. She looked kind of paranoid and afraid. She glanced over at Biff and Janelle (seeing them as Zoe and Mikey, respectively), then kept on walking straight up to the house.
After knocking, the door opened.
She sighed with relief. "Thank god, you're still here, Jon," she said, walking into the house. "Have you seen it out there? Everyone's in full panic mode. As soon as I figured out what was happening, I knew it had something to do with the stone. Where is it?"
The person she thought was Jon just looked at her, then said "Who are you?"
Jerry was doing what he always did on Saturdays - sit in front of the TV and stuff his face with junk food. Potato chips were his favorite, but corn chips were good too, especially if they were barbecue-flavored. It probably wasn't healthy for him, given his weight problem (of three-hundred pounds), but he didn't care.
Just as he reached over to his can of root beer, a bright flash engulfed the entire room. And then he was somewhere else.
He looked around, realizing that he was outside. But not just outside. He was downtown. How did he get there so fast? It was almost a mile from his house.
Standing in front of him was a pretty fit-looking guy, wearing a pair of grungy jeans and a hardhat. He must have been some sort of construction worker.
"Don't touch me!" the guy squealed, not sounding guy-like at all. He kept on covering his pecs with his arm, like he was hiding them or something. Then he turned back around and ran away.
Jerry looked around and saw a woman across the street. She looked at him and smiled. Wait a minute. She smiled? At him?
He looked down at himself and saw his massive fatty gut hanging out over a pair of jeans. What happened to his shirt?
He glanced towards the store he was standing in front of, and then stared with his mouth wide open. It was some sort of antiquities shop. But that wasn't what shocked him. It was his reflection in the storefront window. Or rather, it wasn't his reflection. It was someone else's. In fact, the guy he saw looked similar to the construction worker he saw just a moment ago - fit and masculine, not a bit overweight. What was happening? Was he this guy?
As Sarah walked into the hospital emergency entrance, she watched two ambulances leave at the same time, sirens blaring. She thought it was odd. The only reason she could think of that would explain the use of more than one ambulance was a fire. But that wasn't the reason.
After walking into the building, a nurse quickly moved towards her. "What's wrong?"
"My daddy shot me. It was an accident. I don't ..." She was on the verge of tears. Not just because of what her father had done, but also because of the pain.
"Your father shot you?" the nurse asked.
"Yeah, but it was an accident."
"Is he here?"
"No. But ..."
"It's okay. Come this way," the nurse said, grabbing Sarah's arm to lead her down the hall. But suddenly she stopped and looked down at herself in a daze. "What the hell am I wearing?"
