“Professor… professor, professor Zavier can you hear me? Are you okay?”

“You were just about to go into detail on your theories on the meaning of life”

The words echoed around my brain, not really sinking in. They sounded distant, almost like it was coming from the end of a tunnel.

“Please can we get some water for Professor Zavier, I think he needs to take a moment” the voice sounded again, closer now.

I felt myself take a deep breath, I opened my eyes looked down at my hands. Only they weren’t mine, these were older, more wrinkly. I started to panic and and as I did so I looked to the side and caught my reflection staring back at me from the screen that was projecting my face all around the auditorium. Only it wasn’t my face, it was my teachers.

Before anyone could say anything else to me, I grabbed the microphone and excused myself.

“Erm, ladies and gentlemen I’m sorry but I must excuse myself for a few minutes, nature calls.” I sheepishly said trying not to sound like a moron before dashing off stage.

I must find my body! I need to switch back!