Bobby looked down at himself and felt so disconnected. "Whoa," he slurred, then looked off in some other direction.
Sydney looked at the young man sitting on the floor, then down at herself. "What the fuck? It happened again?" she said, hearing a man's voice instead of her own.
At that moment, a fifty-something woman showed up and looked down at the stoned guy on the floor. "Shit, this is so weird."
Sydney was surprised. The way the woman looked, she never thought she'd hear a word like that coming out of her mouth. She was actually kind of pleased. But, of course, the woman wasn't actually herself at the moment. She was being possessed by Ted.
"That's weird. I thought I was in one of the stalls." The person who had Ted's body must have tried to leave, but didn't make it out the door. Although it was possible that in their state-of-mind, they might have thought they left the room.
"You?" Sydney asked. "Who are you?"
"Ted. Who are you? You're obviously not that Bobby guy."
"Bobby? Who the fuck is Bobby? I'm Sydney."
"That gothic chick that hangs around the restaurant?"
"Yeah, that's me." Sydney turned and looked down at the stoned guy, then back at Ted. "Do you know what's going on?"
"Somehow, we've all switched bodies. And if Bobby's girlfriend wasn't in my body and you were ... then she must have your body."
"Some woman is running around with my body?!"
