"Sir, we have to get out of here," the warden's secretary said, walking into his office. They could hear the prison alarms going off and the screaming and yelling of the riot from the insides of the prison. "Most of them will try to escape, but some might come here looking for revenge."
"I know, I know. Just ... wait a second," Warden George Stevenson said, as he grabbed a bunch of papers from his desk.
Suddenly, a bright light filled the room, causing him to drop the papers on the floor. The next thing he knew, he was standing in one of the prison cells. On the floor in front of him, cowering on his knees, was Joseph McCarty. His nose was bleeding down his face and onto his orange jumpsuit. He was pleading to him to stop hurting him. George knew McCarty. The guy was a cutthroat killer and rapist. He would never plead for his life, even if it was a ruse.
"I'm telling you. I'm not who you think I am. My name is Scarlet," McCarty said.
"I believe you," George said. He looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing an orange jumpsuit, just the rest of the prisoners. Whatever was happening to everyone else apparently had happened to him as well. He held out his hand. McCarty seemed hesitant, then he took it and stood up.
Rex Turner looked down at himself and saw that he was wearing a suit and tie, instead of his prison jumpsuit. He looked around and saw, to his amazement, that he was in the warden's office.
"Sir, are you okay?" a woman asked nearby.
He turned and leered at her. "It's been a while since I've had me a woman."
The woman, realizing that the warden may have been swapped with someone (probably a prisoner), took a step back.
"Oh no you don't," Rex said.
The woman turned and fled, and Rex pursued her.
"Come back here, you bitch!" he yelled out, unzipping his pants as he ran after her.
