"No, I'm not kidding." says Mitch, staring at Dale. "In fact I'm nearly sure we're not in the same dimension."
"What makes you so sure?" asks Dale.
"Those references to a 'Dr. C'. I mean none of us know who this Dr. C is, yet they seemed to expect us to know."
"Maybe, but they could just have been using shorthand for a professor we know."
"I never remember referring to any professor as 'Dr. C."
"Yeah, but if our spell really changed everyone's memories and minds, couldn't it've changed some other things too?" asks Alan.
Mitch tucks his tail. "I guess. I didn't think of that..."
Dale moves to the door "Why don't we have a look around? I mean we probably won't get another chance to experience life as anthrodogs - at least not where it's considered normal."
Alan bounds to his side. Mitch comes as well, but his face has a worried expression, which is also evident in his scent.
"What is it now?" asks Dale.
"Well, I can't put my finger on it, but I keep thinking we missed something - something obvious - something important..."
Dale walks up and pats Mitch on the head. Mitch feels strangely pleased and his worried expression goes away. He looks at Dale and smiles. "Thanks, I needed that."
Dale smiles back "Any time."
"Come on guys!" shouts Alan. As he pushes the door open Mitch suddenly realizes that it has changed from a knobbed door to a swinging door.
"Hey what just happened to our door?!"