"Urgh." Bill turned over on the bed. "Come back, horse."

Bill's hand traveled forwards on the bed until he came to the edge. His hand went over a shirt. He moved his hand from side to side. His eyes started to flutter open. His vision was blurry at first but it cleared up. Where was Elizabeth? He could see the window was up. The blinds were up. The nearby alarm clock was off but had the time on in green letters. Bill raised himself up to see on the bed was Elizabeth's PJ's.

"Liz?" Bill said, looking from left to right while half asleep. "This is not funny."

He turned the TV on using the remote.

"--There has been unexpected disappearances and reappearances of what is out of this world." Bill traveled to the bathroom. Put on his toupee. He wasn't thirty-seven, fifty-two, or sixty anymore. There were lines to prove it. He looked over toward the shower curtain thinking he was seeing her figure. "What is most significant is the appearance of alien technology appearing in this mundane every day world. For example--"

"Liiiz," Bill turned around with a snicker. "I know where you are."

Bill pulled back the curtain.

"Gotcha!" Bill paused, his eyes blinking seeing nothing there. He saw their shampoo and conditioner, body wash, and other needed supplies for taking a shower. The shower was not running. He darted his way back to their bedroom. He took out his iphone then scrolled down to find her name. He found her name then put it to his ear after tapping on it. "Elizabeth, answer your phone--"

He looked around hearing her iphone playing that absurd music.

"The president will be speaking on this matter in one minute." Came the voice from the screen.
Bill was wide awake then.

Bill lowered the phone turning his head in the direction of the TV screen. On the TV screen appeared a man in his late thirties to early forties, completely white, not black which was very odd, and he looked oddly familiar. His hair looked curly and a shade of brown. His eyes were hazel. The secret service agents made their way into the home to search for the actual president. A woman was beside the man.

"My name is Joshua T. Adams," Adams said. "Like most people here, I am confused. Do not panic for I am sure this will straighten out on its own and we will be back where we should be." The blonde woman was by Adam's shoulder. "We have faced much more worse than this. I heard the original Mr President was black. For that, I can only be glad that you didn't face what we faced. We lost our madam president by aliens. There are millions if not billions of people out there who have lost their beloved ones due to this random change. But above all, the current election on going will continue. I endorse Hillary Clinton to be the next President of The United States of America." There was a great pause. "We have . . . set a department . . . for the displaced people." He looked toward the left. "Or aliens, for that matter, from outer space appearing in the places of the people we knew best." He took another pause looking the audiences in the eyes. "Do not panic."

Secret Service agents came out appearing to be lost and mostly stunned.