“My car? Why didn’t I take my car? I guess I have to call for a cab. Where’s my phone? I’m going to need to borrow your phone real fast Tommy.” I hesitantly handed him my phone and he called for the cab.
“Uh Chuck?” I tried hopefully. My uncle just looked back a me like I was crazy as he talked on the phone.
I was dropped off at my house without another word from my Uncle. It was like that had swapped back but that was impossible. I never told Chuck but if 48 hours had passed after the swap they could never return to their respective bodies. I needed to hold that over him at all costs but now it didn’t matter, it was like my Uncle Jerry was back to normal. I still had hope that Chuck was still in there somewhere and I wanted to draw him out. I went to the gas station and bought his brand of cigarettes and then paid a visit to Uncle Jerry house.
When I arrived I was greeted at the door by my Aunt Sara who was headed out the door, I told her I just needed to use her bathroom and she let me in.
“Honey, Tommy’s here he just needs to use the bathroom real quick but in leaving now!” She called out to Jerry who was sitting on the couch watching the news.
“That’s fine dear.” He called back.
I walked through the living room he turned his head around to give me his usual friendly but formal greeting. I smiled and waved back as I headed for the bathroom. There I planted the carton of cigarettes on the counter. I lit one of them and set it in the edge of the corner so the scent would travel through the air, if this didn’t work my uncle was going to kill me but I had to try. Just like the suit I out a spell on the cigarette that was supposed to bring back forgotten memories with a familiar scent. And this seemed like the perfect scent.
“Hey Uncle Jerry I think there’s something wrong with your toilet it won’t flush.” I lied. He got up with a concerned look on his face. As he made his way down the hallway he stopped midway and started smelling the air.
“Is that.. smoke?” He finally reached the bathroom and froze. Without another word he walked like a zombie into the bathroom and shut the door. Next thing I heard was water running. And then the yell.
“Tommy! Get your ass in here!” Uh oh this was bad.
I nervously opened the door and was shocked to find Uncle Jerry still in his shirt in the bath tub with his lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The face he made was familiar.