On the last day of summer, they returned to the pawn shop. The old man smirked. “Took you long enough.”

But when they both touched the tarnished brass handle, a cold needle pricked their palms.

On day five, Renáta (in Miloš’s body) went to soccer practice. Her body—his body—was strong, fast, brutal. She scored four goals. The coach yelled, “Miloš! Where have you been hiding this fire?”

They didn’t try to swap back for a month.

Panic lasted three days.