The world was in chaos, and Jeff was in the body of a f*cking ballerina. Why was she wearing this one the subway? He had no idea. But there were no pockets, no ID, no phone -- nothing.
The only saving grace was the chaos; everyone had swapped bodies. There was a purse next to him. It certainly didn’t belong to this body, but it did have keys and an ID with an address. No one seemed to be claiming it either. He could at least go to SOMEONE’s home -- even if that home didn’t belong to him or his current body.
It would be an escape from a lot of this chaos. Maybe he could even find a change of clothes there that would fit; it would certainly be nice to get out of this tutu.
Well, what can I say... new chapter, new rhythm?
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