They froze. Sydney looked at the both of them and covered her mouth. 

"Sydney-" Layla tried to start talking. 

Sydney made a break for the door, which caused Layla to attempt to stand up. She felt Michael push her back down. She looked at him and he shook his head. 

Damn it, not her body to expose.

"Go after her!" Layla shouted and Michael chased after her. 

"Sydney!" Michael called out, he was right behind her. 

He grabbed her arm and stopped her in the hallway. 

"What the fuck? What the actual fuck??" she covered her face. 

"It's a lot to explain just please come back," Michael pleaded with her. 

"Why did you explain his own life to him...how could he not remember- what?" Sydney sighed and slid down the wall. 

"Come," Michael grabbed her hand. 

Sydney slowly stood back up and walked with him. They made it back to the hotel room and Layla had dried off and put some clothes on. 

"Someone better start talking," Sydney stated. 

Michael closed the door behind them. Sydney stared at them both once more. 

Layla, who was in Michael's body, raised her hand, "I'm Layla."

Michael, who was in Layla's body, raised his, "I'm Michael." 

"Okay, the jokes over guys I don't like this game," Sydney chuckled nervously.

"It's not a joke, it's me," Layla sighed. 

Sydney squinted at her, "What was I for Halloween last year?"

"A bumble bee, which I attempted to talk you out of," Layla answered. 

"Where do you work?" 

"A cafe, as a waitress."

"You guys could've talked and you would've known those answers..." 

"Sydney it's me, I swear to God. And that's Michael. Do you really think we could've hung around Michael Jackson for this long without something being terribly wrong? Come on, do you think Michael Jackson forgot how to dance on the first show of the tour? No, because IT'S ME!" Layla shook her shoulders. 

"How? How could this happen?"

"We don't know, we've been trying to figure it out this whole time but the tour is getting in the way of any progress." Michael chimed in. 

"Oh God," Sydney whispered. 

"Michael had to explain his childhood and life to me just so I could get a better understanding of what I have to deal with for the time being. Until we figure this out, we're stuck this way." Layla held her head. 

"Where are those meds you mentioned earlier Michael? Your scalp is really hard to endure." 

"Should be in the suitcase, there's a pillowcase and the bottle should be there." Michael responded. 

Layla went and took some. 

"Stop slouching," Michael told her. 

Layla rolled her eyes and stood up more straight. Sydney watched them, still in disbelief. 

"So when I talk to Layla, it's really Michael. And when I talk to Michael...it's Layla." 

"Precisely," Layla sat beside her. 

"Why didn't you tell me?!" 

"You wouldn't have believed either one of us," Layla responded. 

"What have you tried to do to switch back?" 

"Slept on it. We found each other, and then the tour happened. So we haven't had the opportunity to try much of anything." 

"Run into each other," Sydney bit her nail. 

"What?"

"Run. Into. Each. Other."

20 Minutes Later

"This is dumb. And it hurts." Michael stood at one end of the room while Layla stood at the other. 

"6th time is a charm!" Sydney exclaimed.

They ran at each other, slammed, and fell. 

"Layla?" Sydney ran to Layla's body. 

"Michael," He groaned. 

"Fuck!" 

"Listen, maybe we've done something and God is punishing us." Layla sat up. 

"So to switch back we need to right our wrongs is what you're saying?" 

"Maybe." 

"What wrongs? I made an album is that all of a sudden wrong?" 

"What's your idea then?" 

"What were you doing the night before you woke up as me?" Michael asked. 

"We went to the club," Layla answered. 

"Was there anything weird about that night that could've lead to this happening?"

"How am I supposed to know? I blacked out!"

"She was fine, she didn't do anything wrong that day," Sydney added, "I babysat her." 

"I was at rehearsal that night and went home right after..." Michael closed his eyes and thought. 

"Wait," Layla looked at Michael. 

"Was there anyone outside of your circle that you talked to or interacted with? Anyone unusual?"

"Not unusual, although there was this one old lady," Michael looked at her. 

"Clear drink?"

"Clear-" 

Layla looked back at him. 

They both stated, "Clear." 

"I felt bad for the old lady so I went ahead and took a sample of whatever it was. Then I went home."

"I took it from this old man then we went to the club." 

"Do you think they're still there?" Michael asked. 

"I doubt it, people with carts like that are always on the move," Sydney sighed. 

"We have to check anyways it could be the only way to switch back," Layla crossed her arms. 

"Let's go tomorrow, maybe praying one more night to switch back might work," Michael stood and went to lay down. 

Layla and Sydney laid across the couches. Michael closed his door. 

"Layla?" Sydney whispered. 

"What?" 

"Can I see it?" 

"See what?" 

"It."

"NO!"