"I wish that I and the one I was dating were given a copy of their next body part we thought about." Zoe shuddered as she tore up this sticky note as well, tossing the pieces onto the hall floor, and struggled not to think of Michael. At that moment, the front door opened, and Zoe ignored Mikey's protests as she walked down the hall, coming face-to-face with a handsome black-haired boy who promptly dove into kissing her against the wall.
Zoe's black hair flopped in front of her face... wait, what? Her hair was blonde, she thought as she stared into a face which was an exact copy of hers...
"What's wrong, baby? Are you not in the mood?" Michael's smooth voice sounded very strange coming from her lips, and her pretty face looked very strange contorted into one of his typical facial expressions. "What happened to your hair??"
She motioned to him to come into the bathroom. "You'll see, Mike. Come here." He joined her in front of the mirror, and identical faces stared back at them, one obviously shocked, the other sad and confused.
"What happened to me?! I have your face! What did you do?" His tirade was interrupted by his disappearance; he faded from sight instantly, and Zoe somehow knew he was back home. She stared at the place where he'd once been for a long moment before rushing off to the phone to call him...
