Bobby sighed as he leaned back in his seat and cracked open his magazine. He loved this job.
Being a police officer wasn't always this nice. The days he had to go out on patrol sucked major pancake. The days he got to stay at the station were nice. The days he loved, though, were the ones where he got to man the phones.
Bobby's town was a pretty quiet town. Nothing ever happened here, which made phone duty cake. All he had to do was sit back, relax, and answer the phone every couple of hours or so... it was great. He probably could have napped through the day if he wanted to; the job was that easy. And today had been no exception... he was three hours into his shift and there hadn't been a single call. He felt pretty lucky... especially considering all the nonsense that was happening over in the next county.
Of course, he didn't believe any of this body-switching garbage. Body-switching was impossible; he knew that. But for some reason tons of people in the next county seemed to believe that they had switched bodies, and that kind of mass hysteria had to make things tough on the police over there. He was glad they didn't have to deal with anything like that here.
A ring went out from the phone on the desk. Bobby groaned. Rolling his eyes and picking up the phone, he said, "Police, Bobby Young speaking. How can I help you?"
""My name is Sharon Miller," a child's voice said on the other end. "I... you've heard about all the people switching bodies, right? Well, I think it's happening here, too. I..."
"Uh, how old are you, Sharon?" Bobby said, a little annoyed.
"I'm thirty-three," the girl said.
"Right," Bobby said, rubbing his face. "Look, I know you think you're funny, but this line is for emerg--"
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light. When the light cleared, Bobby found that he was staring at a row of metal bars.
Looking around, Bobby saw that he was sitting on a bench in one of the cells in the prison area attached to the police station. Through the bars, across the aisle, he saw the drunk tank, with the two drunken high school kids who had been picked up outside of town that morning. Looking down at his clothing, Bobby saw that he wasn't wearing his uniform; instead, he was dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans.
"What the..." he muttered.
Turning, Bobby saw a mirror hanging on the wall... and in the mirror, he saw the unshaven face of George Thomas, the man who had been picked up two nights ago during a liquor store robbery.
"It's true..." he whispered. George's lips mirrored his own.
Bobby frowned. It looked like his quiet day was over...
