No

There would be time for that later, you think. Maybe, if you were lucky, you and your teacher would be laughing over this crazy situation and she would be so glad things were back to normal that she would have some wine with you. But right now you needed your senses alert.

"Do something, Mikey." You said, realizing that not only had you referred to yourself in the third person, but you used your old name as well. "Stacy. Stacy, Stacy Bickler. Pleased to meet you." You corrected, then felt silly and embarrassed at the same time.

Standing in the kitchen talking to yourself was almost as stupid as waiting for your old body to call you. Feeling that if you kept moving it would at least be doing something, you grab your keys and head back out to the garage. You would drive passed your house, see if maybe you couldn't spot yourself. Just thinking about it made your head swim.

Soon you were on the road and on your way. If Ms. Bickler was in your old body, experiencing the same things, where would she go? Would she have even left class. None of this made any sense.