Rot returns to the same high school in the present.

Rot woke up. He didn't recognize his surroundings. Where was he?

He lifted his head to look around. Confusion. This wasn't his house. He had never lived here.

His room was clean. Beatles posters hung everywhere. Sleek industrial lights illuminate a desk. Next to him was a bed stand. What was this?

He started to get up when he heard a soft moan. A yawn. He felt a hand trail through his hair. Soft, warm hand.

"Good morning, Tiger," the voice said. It was sensual, but not throaty or deep. Young, clearly.

Rot turned around. To his shock, he saw a slender blonde. She was nearly pale, but clearly healthy. Her tits were perky and firm, and tipped with eager nipples.

Mustering his courage and trying to remember, Rot managed a semi-confident, "Hey beautiful."

"Hey, listen, I had a great time last night," she crooned. "But we should probably get to school."

Utterly confused, Rot looked at himself. Saw a new, unfamiliar body. A younger, fitter self. He realized: he was in high school.