Kyle's breathing feels like it just stopped. The reflection of him is the one he didn't want to believe.

The mirror show him. A very similar looking of him but older. Gray at the temples, heavy jaw, eyes that looked like never sleep with big bags.

It's none other than the most hate person he ever hate. His father's face. His father's face, blinking when he blinked.

"No. No, no, no."

He grabbed his own cheeks, and the face in the mirror copy backs. He tried to think of any explanation, how is this happening . It must be a bad dream. Some kind of hallucination from stress or probably because he was tired thinking about that weird phone and—

The phone.

He spun around. On the nightstand, next to a wallet and a set of car keys, sat the phone with the backwards arrow on the case. The screen was lit and there was a notification on it.

TRANSFER COMPLETE.

SUBJECT A: JENKINS MARSH → KYLE MARSH. CONFIRMED.

SWAPPED COMPLETE.

Kyle picked the phone up with hands, his father's disgusting hands. He scrolled and found a log and two recent dates. Two names at the top of the most recent entry. His name and his father's name.

"That's not possible," he said out loud, in his father's voice, which made him want to tear his own throat out. "How's that possible? This is not fanfiction, or supernatural." He really wants to deny but he looked at the mirror again, and his father looked back mimicking him.

"Jenkins, what have you done to me?"

He looks around the place, it wasn't his house. It definitely wasn't his mother's house. The bedroom was huge, dark furniture, a bed big enough for four people.

It was a nice room he must admit but he can't get distracted. He tried looking around for clues when he noticed some photos on the wall.

His father at some company gala, holding a glass of champagne. Seems like he's celebrating about his victory or his joy. In more photos, he's on a boat.

A father cutting a ribbon in front of a building with a pair of enormous scissors.

"Probably the building company he's so obsessed with."

There's also awards on the walls too. A whole display table, glass-topped, lit from inside like a museum case. Plaques. Trophies. Some of them even have faces of his …