He knew he only had seconds to live, and he wondered what was going to happen. Would anyone notice? Would his family see his body, pinned neatly under glass, and have no idea that it was their son? He struggled to flap his wings in a vain hope to escape. He knew it would be over soon. His vision began to dim.
Then, just as fast as a blink of an eye, everything changed. His vision cleared, the air thinned and he felt the chemicals in his body dissipate. In seconds, he realized that he was alive and outside!
And where the hell was he?
He looked around to see trees and leaves as far as the eye could see, or at least his butterfly vision. These weren't the trees native to his Michigan home, but they looked different. More tropical.
A thought rolled though his head. What had Mr. Weston said? That he should be in the Philippines? Could that be where he was? It seemed impossible, but then again just a few hours ago he'd have thought that ending up in the body of a butterfly was impossible, too. He decided to fly around a bit and get a better idea where he was. Flapping more confidently now, and landing frequently to avoid birds and other predators, he made his way around the jungle. After a few hours, he decided that he had to at least be in a jungle, which meant he wasn't anywhere close to the American Midwest.
As he rested, he wondered what happened now. He was never getting home like this!