Meanwhile, at the diner, there was Shaun in Nick's body. When he had entered the restaurant, he had no shirt, so the waitress had lent him a coat. She even poured him some tea even though he had no cash whatsoever. There he sat while everyone looked at him as though he was a bum. But Shaun didn't care much about their stares; instead, he wanted to find a means to get back his original body.
He waited for an hour before he saw a black vehicle parallel parking. Inside he saw himself.
"This is some freaky shit!" he muttered under his breath.
Nick made his way inside of the diner. There was cold sweat on his forehead; he knew this was his fault. He saw himself waiting patiently and looking at him. It was a strange moment as though he was in a twilight zone.
