He felt so dizzy.

Lloyd groaned, grabbing the edge of the table to keep himself from falling. His head felt heavy—like all the blood had rushed straight to it. Everything around him was warped, echoing slightly. Across from him, she wobbled too, clutching her temples, clearly just as dazed.

"What... just happened?" he mumbled—then froze.

That wasn't his voice.

His eyes widened as he looked down at himself—only to find a different body entirely. Slimmer hands. Different clothes. His stomach dropped.

"No. No, no, no—WHAT?!" he yelped, the pitch of her voice breaking out of his mouth. "Why do I sound like—?!"

He turned sharply, stumbling toward her—toward his body—just as she turned too, wide-eyed and completely panicked.

"Oh fuck" he gasped. "We—we switched bodies?! How—what even—?!"

Red spread fast across his—her—face. His palms were sweaty. He couldn't even look at himself—herself—whatever—without heat rushing to his ears. The awkwardness, the total invasion of each other's space, their bodies—

Then his gaze snapped to the table. The relic. An old, cracked crystal carved with swirling symbols. Jay had joked it was "probably cursed" when they brought it in. Lloyd had rolled his eyes.

He wasn't rolling them now.

"It was that thing! he said, pointing at it with a shaky breath. "It has to be! The relic. That's the only thing we touched at the same time."

Silence hung for a second—thick and tense. Then Lloyd sighed, dragging a hand down her face.

"Okay. Okay... we can fix this..." He looked at her again—his own nervous face staring back at him. "Let's just touch it again! At the same time..."