Pick Up

Randall had spent two awful weeks stuck in the body of that filthy cab driver. He wasn’t sure why the cab was magic or how it swapped bodies, he was just glad to be free from it. The only thing he wanted to do now was go back home and relax in his own bed. He didn’t even care whose body he was in now, nor did he care as he hailed another cab, unphased by his previous taxi trip.

Of course, he hadn’t really thought all this through. After losing his body to the magic taxi two weeks ago and now that he was in a new body, he certainly no longer had keys to his old apartment. Plus, he didn’t anticipate that the previous driver took over his life pretty seamlessly. Randall overcame the first obstacle by ringing the bell and knocking furiously. He was a little taken aback when his former body opened the door. It got worse when his old body started laughing.

It all began to sink in. He couldn’t go back to his old life. He had used the magic taxi to swap bodies with some woman. He didn’t know anything about her; he couldn’t even remember where he had dropped her off. For some reason, he thought he’d be able to pick his old life back up, but instead he realized that he was going to have to adjust to a new one...