Suddenly, the sound of a gun firing and screams filled the house. Darlene quickly ran to the door to find her grandson running down the street naked and screaming. Please have Joe say the quote "Nooo

Once upon a weekday in a quiet neighborhood, 13-year-old Joe was reluctantly dropped off at his grandmother's house. Darlene, his 66-year-old grandma, was an old-school woman by all accounts. Strictly believing in face-to-face interaction and old-fashioned values, she would confiscate all electronics from her grandchildren as soon as she greeted them. Upon Joe's arrival, Darlene promptly confiscated his phone, chuckling to herself, "Yep I'll be taking that thank you very much. No need for that when I was growing up and real life living will do you a world of good." Joe was a bit taken aback by this. He had just gotten a girl's number and was looking forward to arranging a get-together. Shortly after his arrival, Darlene declared she was going out to the shop and to fill her medications. As she left, she patted Joe's shoulder and said, "Don't touch your phone young man. You can have it back when you leave." As soon as the front door clicked shut, Joe scurried down the corridor towards Darlene's room. Entering the dated chamber, he scrunched his nose at the scent of mothballs and vintage perfume. The room was bedecked with her old dresses, robes, shoes, and jewelry, items which bore the mark of a bygone era. Spotting his phone peeking out from Darlene's purse in the closet, Joe embarked on a risky mission. Struggling to reach the purse on a high shelf, Joe felt the shelf slide from underneath his knuckles. In a show of comic misfortune, he tumbled out of the closet, landed in a pair of his grandma's old lady sandals, and had the purse dropped over his shoulder. Awkwardly, Joe waddled to the living room before removing the sandals and the purse. He quickly grabbed his phone to text his hoped-for girlfriend, but a strange tingling sensation in his feet obstructed him. Looking down, Joe gasped in shock. His feet were no longer those of a teenager. They were old, cracked, and wrinkled, similar to those of his grandmother. As he looked on in horror, the sudden aging wave continued to surge through his body. As if controlled by an unseen puppeteer, his limbs lengthened and thinned, echoing the frailty of age. His torso firmed up, gaining the rounded silhouette of an older woman. Even his face was not safe from the inexplicable metamorphosis, growing lined, pale, and taking on the soft curl of his grandmother's white hair. His eyes, once a lively brown, now dulled in color to a faded mix of blue and gray. Even Joe's masculine pitch morphed into an elder pitch that was all too familiar. Struggling into an upright position, Joe glanced into a nearby mirror. He spoke in a raspy voice that wasn't his, "This can't be happening. Oh no! I even sound like her. What am I gonna do?" His words echoed around the quiet room with a sense of calamity. Panic stricken, he tried to use his phone, but found his memories altering, blurring, shifting. Just as he was about to send a distress message to his girlfriend, it was as if the reality of Joe, the 13-year-old boy had completely slipped away. Now there remained only Darlene in the body of a boy who was once called Joe. The new Darlene looked quizzically at the phone in her hand. "Now what in the world was I doing again? Why am I holding my grandson's phone in my hand?" She mumbled, "How do these contraptions even work? You gotta be some kind of wiz or rocket scientist to figure these things out. I prefer a good old spin dial phone." Spotting the purse and sandals on the floor, she shrugged and put them on. As she moved toward the mirror, she did not see the face of a scared boy. Instead, she was met with her usual reflection. "Gee willikers. I got a nagging feeling something isn't right but I don't quite know what it is," she muttered. Suddenly, she glanced about and her wrinkled face fell. "Oh you know what? I know what the problem is. My grandson is still missing," she said with a note of concern. As she searched the house top to bottom, there seemed to be no trace of Joe. She saw no sign of the trouble he had so recently faced, or the transformation that had taken him into her own image. Distracted and confused, Darlene couldn't help but wonder where her grandson had disappeared to.