DING DONG!

"MA!", Kartik called out loudly. 

No answer. 

So he yelled out to her in Hindi, "Get the door." 

So again, after still no answer, he rolled out of bed. Feet on the hard wood floor, adjusting his pyjama shorts and shirt unconsciously, he tried to leave the room. 

SMACK! 

Kartik's face hit the wall. He groaned and wondering whose house he'd woken up in. Feeling for the door frame along the wall, which was about a metre away. Gripping around the outer edge of the frame, he stumbled out into the unfamiliar hall, feeling for the banister at the top of the stairs. 

'Nope, definitely not home,' he thought, finally opening his eyes to a hall that wasn't in his parents' home.

  

DING DONG! DING DONG!

Someone was going crazy with the doorbell. He looked up the short hallway to the semi-transparent glass door at the end and cautiously crept toward it, checking in the three other rooms on the way - no one was in them. Kartik opened the door to a pale older woman, who looked a little younger than his mother, and a small boy. 

"Mummy," the small boy screamed and bear-hugged his legs. 

Kartik cringed, from both the scream and the kid he didn't know being so close. He looked to the woman for a little help. She didn't. She only looked at him with disapproval before saying, "Still in bed, Viktoria, it's nine o'clock."

 was already awake, had been for almost half an hour. 

She was ignoring the splitting headache caused by the excessive drinking from the night before. She was just staring; staring at her reflection in a full-length mirror on the sliding wardrobe door. 

As for the room, however, it was a little more butch than her own room but was still similar in style; both were a mix of modern-retro and homey. It would have been nice had it not been for the fact that she wasn't in her own body. 

Vikki looked at the time on the traditional, digital bedside clock: 9:04. Little Zayn would be being dropped off soon, at her house, which she was not currently inside. At least she's not there... spiritually? Is that what this is, her spirit is in another body? 'No, no, it's no time to think on this now,' she thought and dashed out of the room to run through an unknown house. 

There was another white, wooden door straight opposite and she decided to open that one without a second thought. Hearing the sound of pouring liquid, it occurred to her that she had found the bathroom, particularly as she lay eyes on another male inside, who had her back to her and was peeing. 

"Dude, what the-", came the second male's startled reaction.

Without answering she shut the door pronto and raced down the hall, eventually finding the kitchen where a third male ate toast at the breakfast counter. "Woah, Zac, where's the fire?"

She looked at him, having not occurred to her that he'd used this body's name, and asked in a gruffer voice to her own, "Phone?"

He gave her a confused expression before looking back and forth over the counter. When his glance holted on a particular spot closest to where she stood, he pointed to it; a smartphone lay. She reached out and picked it up, it instantly unlocked upon lifting it up. 'Thank God for facial I.D," she thought as she dialled her home number.