Sherry woke up the next morning, but she soon realized she was in Jon's room. It was strange. She could've sworn she had fallen asleep in her own bed last night. And where was Jon? With him becoming more and more like her by the second, she wondered where he was off to.
She got up, walked down the hall, and opened the door to her own bedroom. She was amazed at how Jon now looked completely like her. Identical, in fact. But she was still curious about how they switched beds in the middle of the night.
"Did sleeping in here make you feel more comfortable?" She asked.
"Huh?"
"I know you're having trouble adjusting to being in a body like mine..."
"What are you talking about? I'm not Jon! I'm Sherry!"
"No, I'm Sherry."
"No, you're Sherry." The woman in the bed realized she wanted to say Jon, but she could only call the woman in front of her by her own name, Sherry. She couldn't even say Sandra, the name used last night.
"Right, I'm Sherry, and you're Sherry." The woman who had woken up in Jon's bed realized the same thing.
"We both think of ourselves as Sherry! But one of us clearly isn't."
"It's probably me. I woke up the other room. I suppose it makes sense. But I remember everything. I even remember the fact that the rock is still safe, which could solve this whole thing."
Sherry and Sherry looked at each other. Neither was ready to give up being Sherry, but they knew one of them would probably have to.
