Jack saw Oscar at the gate. At first he looked shocked. Then he glared. When he stepped up to the gates, Jack leaned in. "Look," he whispered, "I don't want this any more than you do. So just put yourself aside for once an' help me figure out what on Earth is goin' on here."
Oscar rolled his eyes. "Fine. But the moment I get my body back, you're dead."
Jack sighed and handed Oscar some papers. After, he called Crutchie. "Please, come over here?" Racetrack stepped in.
"He ain't goin' anywhere with you. An' don't think you'se foolin' us with whatever saccharine shtick you'se tryna pull."
Jack looked at them. "Please. I gotta explain somethin' an' I can't just do it out here."
"Yes you can."
Jack just grabbed their arms and dragged them away.
"Hey--Let go of us!"
"Be quiet and listen!" He took a deep breath. "That guy over there? That ain't Jack!"
"Whaddya talkin' about, 'that ain't Jack'?! 'Course it's Jack!"
"Tell me, has he been actin'...different today?" Jack looked at them. There was genuine fear in their eyes, and that was what he hated.
"Yeah...he woke up before me and hid my crutch." Crutchie admitted.
"He stole my cigar and started smokin' it. Jack nevah smokes."
"He did what?" Jack facepalmed, groaning. If he had lung cancer or something by the time he got back into his body, Oscar would not see the light of day.
"...But it's still Jack."
"No, it isn't. I'se Jack. That's Oscar. I'm in his body. Somehow."
"Tell me somethin' only Jack would know."
Jack sighed. He whispered something in Race's ear, who's eyes widened. "Yep, that's Jack."
"But then...how?"
"I dunno. That's what I need you guys to help with."
"What can we do?"
A/N: this is really short, I'm sorry! I promise, Icm working on my other stories; I've just been really inactive lately...