Elise's eyes widened in shock as the name "Rachel" flashed across her phone screen. Her heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat.
 "Oh, no! Rachel's calling! What should I do?" she panicked, her voice a frantic whisper.
 "Then why don't you answer the call?" Caelan, in Elise's body, said in a matter-of-factly tone.
 "Are you out of your mind? We're trapped in each other's bodies, remember? If I answer the call, Rachel will hear a man's voice—which is your voice!" Elise exclaimed, her voice rising with a touch of hysteria.
 “Oh, right. Sorry about that,” Caelan apologized instantly.
 “You should answer the call right now!” Elise commanded, while looking desperate and frustrated.
 Caelan took a deep breath, as he tries to compose himself/herself. “Okay, okay, I get it... You’re right. I’ll answer it.”
 Caelan held the phone, and pushed the "answer" button.
 "Hello?"
 “Elise, are you okay? How was the party?" Rachel’s voice rushed through the receiver.
 Caelan, took a deep breath, trying to sound as much like Elise as possible, despite the strange sensation of speaking in a woman's voice. “It was fine, Rachel... Just a little…out of sorts.”
 "Well, it's a very long story... Look, I actually need to go, but I'll talk to you soon and I'll tell you everything, okay?" Caelan decided to end the call early.
 “Okay,” Rachel said, her voice laced with concern. “But are you sure you’re alright? Anything happened? You sounded so…distressed.”
 "I'm perfectly alright... I'll talk to you again soon, bye!" Caelan immediately pushed the "end" button before Rachel could say anything else...
 A tense silence hung in the air, punctuated only by the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Elise, in Caelan's body, and Caelan, in Elise's body, sat on the plush couch, staring at each other across the coffee table. The weight of their situation, the absurdity of their predicament, pressed down on them, a suffocating blanket of confusion and anxiety.
 "We need a plan," Elise, in Caelan's body, finally said, her voice a low murmur, a statement of reality.
 Caelan, in Elise's body, nodded in agreement, his, her, features a mixture of determination and concern. "We can't stay here forever, pretending to be each other. We need to figure out how to reverse this situation, to get back into our own bodies."
 "Okay, we have to think rationally. We have to find a logical explanation. We have to use our brains."
 "It started with the fall," Elise said, her voice a whisper, a statement of a possible starting point. "Something happened during that fall."
 "We were both unconscious," Caelan added. "Maybe something triggered a change in our energy fields, a shift in our consciousness."
 Elise raised an eyebrow. "That's...that's pretty out there, even for me."
 "But it's a possibility," Caelan, said, a hint of urgency creeping into his, her, voice. "We need to explore every option, no matter how far-fetched. The more we know, the better our chances of finding a solution."
 "Okay, I’m in," Elise said, a sense of determination replacing her initial skepticism. "We need to find answers. We need to get back to our own lives."
 "Let's start by going back to the gala," Caelan, suggested. "Maybe we can find some clue there."
 "The scene of the crime," Elise said with a wry smile.
 They got up, the weight of their situation heavy on their hearts. They, he, had a long road ahead, a journey filled with uncertainty, with challenges, with risks. But they were determined to find a way back, to reclaim their own bodies, their own identities, their own lives. They had each other, a strange unsettling bond forged in the crucible of an impossible event. And they would face this bizarre situation, together...
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 The grand ballroom, once a vibrant hub of elegance and intrigue, was now eerily quiet. The plush carpets, the ornate chandeliers, the shimmering tables, all stood shrouded in a cloak of silence, a stark contrast to the boisterous energy of the night before.
 Elise, now in Caelan’s body, stood at the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the empty ballroom, a strange sense of familiarity tinged with unease washing over her. She felt a mixture of dread and fascination as she stepped into the hushed space, the silence amplifying every creak of the floorboards, every echo of her footsteps.
 "It's so quiet and empty," Caelan said, while looking around the area.
 "It’s even more unsettling now that we’re actually here," Elise replied, while feeling a sense of apprehension creeping in.
 Caelan and Elise had snuck back to the gala venue, a clandestine mission driven by the desperate need to find clues, to unravel the mystery of their body swap, to find a way back to their own identities.
 “Let’s retrace our steps,” Caelan suggested, while feeling hopeful, “Maybe we can find something, some clues or some pieces of the puzzle.”
 They walked slowly and carefully while their eyes scanned the room, seeking anything that might offer a hint, a suggestion or a whisper of an answer. They revisited the spot where they had their drunken disagreement before the body switch happened.
 "This is where it all started," Elise murmured.
 Caelan nodded, his gaze fixated on the empty chairs, the untouched glasses, the remnants of a forgotten night. "This is where we stumbled into this bizarre situation," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
 They moved through the empty ballroom, following the path of their previous night. They retraced their moment of their interaction that led to their disagreement and finally to their fall.
 “Do you remember what happened?” Caelan asked, while looking down thoughtfully at the stairs.
 Elise closed her eyes, her mind replaying the events of the night, the conversation, the argument, the struggle, the fall. “It was so quick, so confusing,” she murmured. “I remember trying to push you away, and then... and then... I fell.”
 “And then we woke up at the hospital, in each other’s bodies,” Caelan relayed.
 “Is there something we’re missing?” Elise suddenly asked.
 Caelan shook his head as an answer 
 “I don’t know... But we have to try.”
 The silence returned, heavier than before, a suffocating blanket of frustration and despair.