Jack woke up with a pounding headache, his whole body felt like it was on fire. He scratched an itch on his jaw line and looked at his hand to find blood on it…and something else, ectoplasm maybe. Jack looked around the room letting his eyes focus from sleep. Everything was wrong. This bed a little, where was Maddie? The walls were covered in astronaut posters, this was Danny's room. How did he end up in Danny's room? Plus if he was here, where was Danny?
"Danny?" Maddie called, thumping on the door, "Get up and get ready for school. You're going to be late."
"Maddie," he whispered to himself, confused. Didn't she notice that he wasn't in bed this morning? Standing up, Jack opened the door to head to the bathroom, bumping into Jazz.
Jack POV
"Jeez Danny you look terrible," Jazz imputed, touching my face. What was she talking about? I'm not Danny, "So did Dad end up grounding you for being late. How are you going to go ghost if he's making sure you don't leave the house?"
"Jazzerincess what are you talking about?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me like I was crazy for a second, shrugged her shoulders and walked back to her room, brushing her hair as she walked.
I sighed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. For some reason everything felt lower to the ground, it even seemed as though Jazz was taller than me. I took care of business and grabbed my toothbrush before looking into the mirror and noticed Danny looking back at me. I whipped around to find him standing behind me, but he wasn't there. I turned back to the mirror, he was still there looking at me. I touched my face, the Danny reflection touched his face; I winked, the Danny reflection winked; I pushed that cut on my jaw, so did the Danny reflection. "Ouch," I winced, pulling my hand away.
I was Danny. Wait…what? Danny, my son Danny, I was my son. How? Why? What? I…this…nothing made sense. I held in the scream that I desperately wanted to release and bolted out of the bathroom.
"Danny," I yelled desperately, giving me odd looks from my wife and daughter… or now my mother and sister. Oh god. "Dad," I yelled, to which they looked away. I ran to my bedroom and flung open the door to reveal myself lying in my bed.
"Danny," I whispered loudly, shaking him, "Danny."
"I'm sick," I heard my body state lamely, before an obviously fake cough, "I can't go to school today."
"Well that's for sure," I yelled angrily shaking him harder.
"What?" he whined, sitting up. I stood looking in the eyes of myself and gasped.
"Danny?"
"Dad?"
