Jon blinked. He was still standing exactly where he was. But he wasn't holding a cell phone.
These weren't his clothes either. But he looked the same. Maybe someone else's life meant he had someone else's fate, but was still himself. He headed home, but when he got there, his key didn't work in the lock.
He searched his pockets. His wallet didn't produce any clues. There was money in there, but no id. Who was he?
