Peter asked Micky to accompany him back to Madame Rosita's. If anyone could help them out this disaster, Peter figured it would be her. They entered the shop to find Madame Rosita packing up her belongings.

"Not you guys again," she said angrily and her accent had disappeared. "Look your friend already broke my crystal ball and now I am out of business."

"Sorry to hear that, Madame Rosita. We were hoping that you would be able to help us with something," Micky said.

"Not interested," she answered continuing to pack up her stuff.

"Please, Madame Rosita. You're the only person I could think of that could help," Peter tried. "You see my friend Davy and I have switched bodies."

"Switched bodies?" she questioned suddenly intrigued.

"Yes, I wished I could be more like him and we woke up in the morning and I was him and he was me."

"Good to see my spell worked."

"What spell?" Micky inquired.

"Yes, as those two ran out the door and broke my crystal ball, I uttered a spell of destruction and misfortune. But it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?" Micky asked.

"When a swap wish is granted, it is because both parties made the same wish at the same time."

Peter stood staring at Madame Rosita confused. "What does that mean?"

"It means your friend wanted to be you too."

Peter was stunned. If this was true…No wonder the reverse wish attempts didn't work.

Peter and Micky arrived back to the pad to find Mike playing guitar on the bandstand and Davy sulking on the couch. Peter motioned for Micky to leave so he could be alone with Davy.

"Hey Mike, can you come help me with something upstairs?" Micky prompted. Mike nodded and followed Micky into their shared bedroom.

Davy didn't even look up from the floor until Peter sat down bedside him. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. I understand now why you've been so distressed lately. I apologize for everything."

Davy took a long pause and his facial expression softened. "I'm sorry too, Peter. I know that none of this was on purpose and I haven't exactly been making things easy for you. What has happened is no excuse for my actions."

There was a long pause.

"I went to see Madame Rosita today. I thought she could help us."

Davy gave Peter an inquisitive look. "Oh? What did she say?"

"Well, it was interesting. She informed us that she placed a spell on us for revenge because we broke her crystal ball."

"So it's her fault."

"Not exactly…she did use a spell of bad luck on us…but she said in order for us to have had a wish work…we would have had to wish for the same thing at the same time," Peter chose his words carefully. "Davy, did you make a wish that night too?"

Davy looked back down at the floor. He seemed to be searching the floor for the right words to say. "I can't deny this anymore. Yes I did."

Peter was shocked. He had been so envious of Davy's charm and ability to talk to girls, that he never dreamed Davy would want to be him. "But why?" he managed to squeak out.

"That night," Davy began, "Daphne wanted to have a serious talk with me. She said I was just a pretty face and I lacked substance and talent. She couldn't be with someone solely based on looks. It hurt so much. Usually I am so confident that digs like that don't get to me. I really cared for her though. Anyway, glanced inside and saw you working on your music. I thought, Man, Peter's got it all. You have musical ability and things that you stand for, more than just looks. I saw on my watch that it was 11:11. I, in that moment, I wished to be more like you."

Peter was even more stunned than he had been at Madame Rosita's claims. He thought Davy never had a care in the world and was always so sure of himself. He had no idea that Davy also experienced insecurities. "Davy, you know what Daphne said is not true. You have plenty of musical talent and substance. You are one of the kindest, caring souls I know. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

"Yeah, sure."

"No it's true!" Peter exclaimed. "Why didn't you admit to the wish from the very start?"

"I was embarrassed. I didn't want anyone knowing yet what happened with Daphne. I was so distraught over everything that I couldn't face it. I was hoping that your wishing was enough to fix things. By that night your singular wishes hadn't worked, I tried to stay up until 11:11 to wish again but I fell asleep. I was disgusted with myself; I took all my anger out on you instead of myself. I truly am sorry, Pete."

"Water under the bridge, Babe."

"Really?"

"I'm not one to hold a grudge. Plus this is the answer to our problem. Now we can wish together and get things back in working order."

"I'm with you on that one."

Peter awoke early the next morning. His sleep was very restless. Before they had went to bed, he and Davy had made their wish. He was anticipating the results. Peter was almost positive it would work this time, but there was that small thought in the back of his mind saying the What Ifs.

Peter warily walked over to Davy's bed. Davy's body was completely submerged under his blankets. Peter carefully lifted the top of the blanket and saw dark brown hair. He pulled the blanket down more and saw the sickeningly handsome features (even with the cuts and bruises) of the Brit.

"Davy!"

"What are you doing, Peter? It's too bloody early to be making a habit of this," he mumbled obviously forgetting about the significance of this morning.

"Your you again!" Peter yelled lifting Davy out of bed into a huge bear hug.

"Get off Peter!" Davy said as he struggled to get away. He looked down and noticed just how far his feet were from the ground. He looked straight into Peter's face. "It worked? It worked!" he joined in a shout.

"What's all the racket?" they heard Mike ask from the staircase with Micky right behind him.

"We switched back!" Peter announced.

"That's great, Shotgun," Micky said and immediately covered his mouth with his hand.

The guys all stared at the drummer.

"Oh no, not again. Please tell me you two didn't swap now," Davy said deflated.

"Gotcha!" Micky winked.

"Oh brother!" Mike said. "I'm happy for you guys, but it is 6:00 and I would like to go back to sleep."

"Right behind you, Mike," Micky scrambled up the stairs after him.

Davy and Peter embraced once more. "I am so grateful to have a friend like you," Davy broke the silence.

"Me too. It's been quite a week."

"Listen, Mate. I was thinking tonight would you like to go out and I will help you land a date. That is if we are still allowed in any establishments around here."

"I would like that. And if you want I can start teaching you piano."

"Deal. Now let's go back to sleep."

"You said it!"

Come with me leave yesterday behind, and take a giant step outside your mind.