Looking at how disarrayed his home looked, it was clear Jon was now the cliché of the prefect bachelor, and this made him— no, HER cry in despair. Because SHE was still thinking of herself as Jen, still loved the man that could have been her husband, if she was born a girl. It was to the point her body felt extremely wrong, like she wasn't mean to be a man to begin with, regardless of how wrong it was in her peculiar case.
But she couldn't let it get to her, especially since she still had the Scribe as neighbor.
Jen ran to his home as fast as she could in her unfamiliar body, falling a couple of time on the way. In total panic, she forgot about the doorbell and knocked at the door with all her might.
Inside his home the Scribe, furious about whoever was trying to break his door, made determined steps. He was about to change whatever savage disturbed him into a rat or something, but before he could Jon jumped at him, crying so much he couldn't understand any of his neighbor's words.
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Calming Jon down took quite some time, but it wasn't hard for the Scribe, not with his very long experience. What the Scribe couldn't understand is why his neighbor still acted like when she was ‘Jen’. After all, the way he wrote things, every changes he ever did to HIM should have reversed themselves once he understood, letting him with memories of it, but nothing else.
"Please Mr. Tod, can you change me back into Jen?" Finally asked the poor soul. "I– I wa–was so ha–happy as Jen… I c–can't live as J–Jon anymore, I CAN'T!"