From the moment Jack woke up, he knew it was not going to be a normal day. For one thing, he felt...good. As in, he didn't have any bruises or scars or aches and pains like he would normally wake up with. For another thing, Crutchie was nowhere to be seen. Jack wasn't on a rooftop. He wasn't on the floor. He wasn't even outside. He was...

In a bed?

Also, Morris Delancey was standing over him, and he didn't look angry or mean, or, to Jack's slight disappointment, intimidated. He was just...there. "C'mon, we gotta get going soon." He was saying.

"What? No, I ain't goin' anywhere with you!" Jack scrambled to sit up.

"Jeez, ya don't hafta be so mean to me all the time..."

"Well you deserve it, you conceited son of a gun. Why am I here?"

"...Oscar? Are you okay? Should I get Dad?"

"Oscar? What the--" Jack's eyes widened as an extremely disturbing thought occurred to him. "Morris, where's the bathroom?"

Morris, still seemingly concerned for who he thought was his brother, pointed in the direction of the bathroom.

Jack nodded and rushed to look in the mirror. He pinched himself once. Then twice. Then hard enought to give himself a small, temporary bruise on his forearm. No, this was not a dream. Somehow, he had waken up in a different body.

The body of Oscar Delancey.

He blinked several times. He splashed some water on his face. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Oscar's reflection staring at him. He ran back out.

"Morris, you ain't gonna believe this, but...I ain't your brother."

"I knew I was adopte--"

"No, what I mean is...I woke up in your brother's body. Which means Oscar is in mine."

"Really, should I get some help? You should see someone. I don't know what's going on with you lately Oscar but as your brother I feel I should take some precau--"

"No. Ya gotta believe me." He put his hand on Morris' shoulder (something he never thought he'd do). "I'm Jack Kelly. Somehow...I ended up here, an' I gotta find a way to get back into my own body."

"Tell me somethin' only Jack would know."

"Uh...the gimp's name is Crutchie."

"Psh, even I know that. I just don't care to remember."

"Katherine always smells like strawberries for some reason."

Morris looked at him, with what seemed to be a tinge of envy in his eyes, and nodded. "C'mon Jack, I got a brother to get back.