Zoe didn't have a key, so she ended up opening one of the windows. It was always unlocked, just for these unfortunate occasions.
After shutting the window closed, she moved towards the closet. First thing first. She was going to get out of these jock boy clothes. She didn't care if she looked weird wearing a dress. She only looked like Biff. She wasn't really him.
The dress fit her perfectly. She kept a few in the closet, in case the one she was wearing got ruined. She closed the closet door and that's when she saw herself in the mirror. Or rather, she saw Biff wearing a black gothic dress, which actually looked a little strained on his large muscular body. She uttered a small laugh (this must have been what Biff was seeing when he looked at himself), then she turned around and headed to the bookshelf. There were some books that she wanted to consult before she called for the rest of her coven, which included her friend Athena DeVries, Scarlet Anderson, and Rachel Harris.
She hoped they hadn't changed like she had, or else it would be really difficult to locate them.
"Believe me, I don't know what's happening any more than you do," Katie Li said, looking at what appeared to be a woman, two little girls, and a boy. But, apparently, they were in the same situation as her. The woman said that she was someone named Rachel Harris, a tarot card reader. And the boy said he was someone named Jessica Smith, a high school cheerleader. And then there were the two girls. One of them said she was Dr. Harold Foxworth, the chief heart surgeon at the hospital. She said that when the switch happened, she was performing major surgery. And the other girl said she was Rick Strong, a boy who attended the local college. Rick was the one person Katie knew, since she too went to the local college.
Phil looked at the monitor and saw Dennis standing in the hall with a dazed look on his face. "What the hell is he doing?" He grunted, then lifted himself out of his chair. He wasn't one for physical movement, thanks to his weight "problem". No one was supposed to leave the security station, but Phil wouldn't be long. He was just going to check on Dennis, then bring him back.
Phil walked down the hall. "Dennis," he called out. But the security guard made no reply. "Dennis, are you okay?"
Dennis turned around and looked at Phil with confused eyes. "Where am I?" he asked.
Phil quickened his pace, thinking that Dennis needed some help. But the truth was, Dennis was no longer really there. Someone had taken his place.
"Who are you?" Dennis asked.
Man, it's worse than I thought, Phil thought. The guy doesn't even remember anything, does he? I had no idea people could just get amnesia out of the blue like this. "Come on, Dennis," he said, touching his shoulder. "Let me help ..." Suddenly, a bright light filled the hallway. And the next moment, Phil found himself in one of the cells. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing one of the orange prison jumpsuits. He darted towards the cell door and wrapped his hands around the bars. "Hey! What am I doing in here?!"
"Shut the fuck up, man," a voice said nearby.
Phil turned back around and looked at the cell with wide eyes. He knew this cell. It belonged to Brick Harrison, one of the deadlier prisoners that they had locked up. He walked further into the cell and that's when he saw himself in the mirror. It wasn't his reflection. It was Brick's. When he moved, Brick moved. As impossible as it seemed, it appeared that he was Brick. But if he had Brick's body, then who had his body?
