And the hour was soon over, Luke knew he’d be stuck in Gretta’s body forever now. The time had passed to switch back according to the spell. He certainly felt bad about it, but he couldn’t really do anything with his car broken down. For the time being, he just relaxed in the back, hoping someone would eventually stop to help him out. Then he’d worry about what he’d tell Gretta when he got back. It was all his fault that she’d be stuck in his body now. Maybe he shouldn’t have taken his crappy car to go out; maybe he had the idea in the back of his head that this would happen. Maybe he had the idea in his head that he wanted this to happen.