After a long search, Jay finally found the phone. It was an old rotary style phone, probably one of the few left from the sixties. Being in this house made him feel like he had stepped back through time. There was no TV, no computer, no microwave, no radio (at least that he could find). Whoever lived here wasn't Amish or anything like that (Jay had seen a few farming machines outside, like the tractor, and even an old rusty car parked on the gravel driveway), but they apparently weren't a fan of modern conveniences either.
He picked up the receiver and began to dial, but stopped when he heard a noise from within the house. Was he not alone? He put down the receiver and turned around. No one was there. But he needed to be sure.
He walked out of the room and into the main hallway. "Is anyone here?" he called out.
"I'm here, honey," an older woman with graying hair said, turning a corner and grabbing for him, in a loving manner. It was probably the worst thing she could have done. Suddenly, her face went blank. Jay knew what was happening. She had just swapped with someone else. But who? "Where am I?" she asked.
"Who are you?" Jay asked her.
"My name is Kyla. Kyla Leeson. I was just in my bedroom, working on my computer, when suddenly ..." The older woman's eyes went wide. "That body swapping thing. I happened to me, didn't it?"
Jay couldn't believe it. Of all the people that could have swapped with this woman, Kyla was the one that had been picked. Jay had a thing for Kyla. They were both geeks so they had a lot in common. But he never mustered enough courage to ask her out. But now they were in the bodies of a married couple. No need for dates now.
"Yeah," Jay said. "Listen, I know this is hard to believe, but it's me. Jay."
"Jay? You mean Jay Duncan?"
"That's right. I swapped into this body not too long ago. I was just about to call you, actually. Or if not you, then at least Leonard or Carl."
The older woman blushed. "You actually thought of calling me first?"
"Uh ... yeah." Now it was Jay who blushed. Then he shook his head, trying to focus on their problem. "From what I can tell, this is some sort of farm. I'm the farmer and you're the farmer's wife."
"Isn't it weird that both of us would end up in the same place? I mean, since we're so close."
Jay was sure that she meant "as friends".
"Yeah. It's weird."
They walked out of the hallway and into the living room.
"Welcome to the 19th century," he said, sourly.
