He had been working on a painting when he feels a sudden jolt of electricity shoot through his brain and channels down his spine to every single part of him. Jack falls off of his seat with a yelp, feet over head, before getting to them quickly.
“W-what.” he said, looking around, before looking down at his hands. They were the same hands. He had the same body and yet… yet… he feels. Different. Bolder? He doesn’t know.
But he suddenly doesn’t want to be in the apartment. He even ignores the watch Katelynn got him as he grabs a jacket and pulls it on– a leather one he’d been given years ago but barely wore– and went outside.
Jack Maple 