Oliver awoke. He had hoped it had all been a dream. After a few drinks, he started arguing with Ellen. He wasn't quite sure what he had said that annoyed her so much, but it angered her enough to initiate some sort of body swap. It was all so absurd; it HAD to be a dream. However, he looked around; this wasn't his room. He looked down; it was Ellen's body alright. He rolled his eyes. Either it hadn't been a dream at all or he was still dreaming.