I sighed, an effete little sound that was rather embarrassing, and decided that I should set things right. The disappearance of my phone had been a warning, and I was really lucky to find the Chronivac program on my computer.
I had started to effect the changes when, without even a warning knock, the door to my room opened and my parents waltzed into the room like they owned the place.
"What are you doing, Zachary?"
"Nothing," I said, minimizing the window.
"Nothing is it," my dad said and leaned over my shoulder and tapped on the keyboard. His hands and fingers looked huge to me!
My page re-appeared and he scanned it. "Son, I don't think that's a program you should be messing with," he said.
"It's OK, dad, I know what I am doing and...."
Suddenly, he used my mouse to shut down the program and move the Chronivac shortcut into my trash.
"Daddy! No!"
"Honey, we know best," mom said.
Dad clicked empty trash. My stomach felt queasy.
He continued his actions, shutting down my computer. "Past your bedtime, sport."
"No! You can't do that! I needed that!"
Mom looked shocked. "Zachary Quinn! You calm down right now, young man!"
I felt tears squeeze out of my eyes. "You can play on your computer tomorrow," Dad said.
My parents left, after tucking me into bed like a baby, and mom flicked off the light switch as they left.
I lay in my bed in the dark. What was going to happen?
Well, at least, my change was only slated to last for a day. By tomorrow evening, I'd be my normal self again.
I hoped.