Jennifer took a step towards the tape, but tripped over a pile of dirty cloths on the floor. She fell forward and aught herself with her arms. She stood up quickly and looked to Kyle. He was still sleeping.
She took another step and the floor creaked. Again, she looked, and still her slept. She took the last steps and finally made it the tape. She took it off the shelf and turned to find a wake Kyle staring at her.
“What the hell are yo doing in my house? And what the hell is wrong with your face?” he asked in a fairly baritone voice. Jen stood blinking for a minute. Something wasn’t right here. But she couldn’t say what.
Then it hit her like an ice cream truck. “That’s not your voice!” Kyle looked at her, obviously confused. “What do ya mean it’s not my voice?! Of course this is my voice!” he snapped. “No it’s not! It was different this morning!” she snapped back.
He looked at her confusingly again. “This has been my voice for over a year. Are you sure yo… Now I remember who you are! You that cheerleader that pantsed me!” He pointed an accusing finger at her. “Yeah! And you’re the geek that called me up this morning and did this to me.” She waved one hand at her body and pointed the other at him.
Kyle threw his hands to his side. “I didn’t call you up. And even if I did, I have no idea how to do that,” he gestured at her body.
Jen stared at him quizzically for a moment. “Well, if you didn’t call me, then who the hell did?” She put her hands on her hips, only find she still had the tape.
Suddenly, there came footsteps from the hallway. Some one, or something, was walking down towards Kyle’s room. Jennifer took a step back just as it turned the corner. It was…