Before you're able to make much of a decision, you're startled by a banging on the door. "Come on dad, I have to go." It's a voice you don't recognize. You open the door, and are startled to see a clone.
Well, not a clone exactly. But he does look a lot like your young self. First off, this person is 23, like you were a few minutes ago. His eyes are your same dark brown, his facial structure almost identical. The resemblance is striking. However, there are some differences. The young man standing in front of you looks a bit like Travis too. You're shocked at the truth of this situation, but you realize... this must be your son. And Travis' son too. You try to recognize some of him in the man standing before you. Your husband's dental genetics were obviously inherited because this guy has got a large gap in his front teeth. He's also got Travis' sandy brown hair. This young man's build looks slightly muscular, although that might be due to working out rather than anything passed down to him. You stop yourself, trying to see him as an individual. A young man with a whole life behind him and in front of him. He is clearly brimming with confidence. You notice that looks well put-together. This is another thing he probably inherited from Travis, who always is careful about his appearance. There are a few things you recognize as foreign, maybe hidden somewhere in your ancestry, because your son is also a solid 6'2". towering over each of you by a few inches. He hardly takes a second glance as he nudges you aside and closes the door behind him.
The ring must have switched your families, roles, SOMETHING with Kamraj.... what to call it, you're not sure. In any case, you seem to have a middle aged spouse and a 23-year old son, just like Kamraj did. You have a few questions. Travis and your son seem to think this is all normal, and don't notice anything. So does that mean the world has changed around you? That must leave Kamraj at 23 and very confused; his wife-now-girlfriend wouldn't remember a thing either. You pull out your wallet, and note that your drivers' license has changed to reflect your current age, which you notice is 49. Over twice what it formerly was. Christ. Your eyes drift to a baby picture of your child that was proudly displayed in the interior of the wallet before you close it, returning it to your pocket. How exactly did this... happen? One look at your son tells you that he's definitely both yours and Travis', so how was he born? You decide to learn the answer to this question too.
Walking into the kitchen, you sit down at the table. Travis has prepared an impressive meal; your large gut is grumbling just looking at it. Your build at this age must not be due to lack of appetite. As you sit down to eat, Travis asks you where Johan is. Johan, really? Travis must have picked a German name to reflect some relative, or maybe his heritage or something. You would have fought for something more basic if it had been up to you, you're sure of it. You didn't know Travis had German roots; after all, in your former world, the real world, Travis and you had only been dating for a little less than a month. Now you had been married 25 years.
"So about Johan," you begin, unsure how to proceed without alarming Travis, "I want to ask you something. It may sound strange, but just humor me please." Travis nods, laughing. "Alright, but you ALREADY sound strange." "Remind me what it was like the day he was born. How did that happen again?" Travis laughs a little more before he answers you. "So you want to take a trip down memory lane? Well, if you really want to hear it again, we...", and suddenly he trailed off. Your husband looks off in the distance, his brows knit in confusion, before he turns back to you. "Sorry, what were we talking about? I forgot somehow." That's interesting. You're still unclear how the ring works, and unsure what this means, but you note this small piece of information.
Johan walks in. He loudly settles at the dinner table between your seat and Travis'. "I only have a few minutes, dads," he says, "me and the guys are going out and I don't want to be late." This feels unbearably odd. You're not anyone's dad, you're a young person yourself. You should be avoiding YOUR parents, not battling back pains and looking like you had swallowed a small beach ball. You want to yell, but you know better. The ring is only supposed to work once per day. Although you're eager to trade back with Kamraj, you're stuck like this for the rest of the day. The question is, how are you going to spend it?