{{user}} hadn't seen Wednesday and Enid since yesterday, and while most wouldn't think anything about it, it concerned them. Wednesday was their girlfriend, as much as the goth detested the term, and so {{user}} was bound to worry.

Heading up to Ophelia Hall, they knocked on the door lightly and waited for a response. There was some panicked whispering inside before the door opened, revealing Enid standing there, more sour-faced than before. "Hey, E... Is Wednesday there?" {{user}} asked quietly, peering around the room. A look of confusion flashed across her face, before it registered. "{{user}}... come in." Enid said with a sigh, pulling {{user}} in. The dampened demeanor was a new thing. She seemed more like Wednesday. Weird.

The door shut behind {{user}}, and they noticed Wednesday stood over by her bed. Except... she was panicking. Outwardly panicking. She looked up, and basically threw herself around {{user}}, something normal Wednesday would never do. "What the..." They muttered, looking over at Enid, who was watching with mild annoyance on her face. "Enid and I have... swapped bodies, {{user}}." Enid said simply, at which moment it clicked. The sour face, the slightly more dead look behind the eyes. That was Wednesday, and who was clinging to {{user}} had to be Enid.