CRASH

Impulse stared in wide-eyed shock at Zedaph as he slowly processed the fact that he and Skizz had just been drenched in some kind of potion.

Zedaph cringed.

Half an hour later, Impulse and Skizz were lying on Xisuma's couch, passed out cold.

The major difference?

Both were smaller and slimmer, and the small wrinkles and sun wear that had come with age and working outside had disappeared from their faces.

Skizz's hair was longer and tied back in a messy short ponytail, and his facial hair was scruffier. His suit was gone, replaced with a white shirt, dark blue jacket, black jeans, and a few silver chains around his neck.

Impulse looked softer, smaller, practically drowning in his black hoodie and blue jeans. His ear was pierced too, gold loops hooked through his earlobes.

Xisuma was pacing back in forth in front of Zedaph, who looked nervous. "They're teenagers again," Zedaph said, for what was probably the 20th time. "They should recognize me, once they wake up, but-"

"Tell me again how this happened?" Xisuma cut him off, and Zedaph cringed.

"I was making a potion with them in the room. I fumbled it, and the potion spilled all over them. It turned them back into teenagers, and it should have reversed their memories back to that age as well. So they won't know you, or Hermitcraft, or any of the Hermits other than me and Tango. I-"

Skizz groaned, cutting Zedaph off, and sat up on the couch, looking around with bleary blue eyes.

After a second he seemed to realize something was wrong and snapped awake. His shifting awoke Impulse, who gasped and glanced around Xisuma's living room. "This... isn't your room." He whispered to Skizz, fear in his eyes.