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The Great Shift: Kylie - Part 2
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**
DAY 2
**
The toilet paper roll was finished.
Kylie checked the cupboard under the bathroom sink, after all that's where
mummy and daddy kept the spare rolls. Nothing. Either Stephen and Jess kept
their spares elsewhere or there was no more toilet paper.
"Darn" Kylie whispered. "Darn, sugar, doggy doo, stink, vomit..." She paused
and then added, "Shit!" Then she took three deep breaths and called out,
"Stephen! Stephen!"
If there was anything worse than starting the day cleaning up your own pee it
was having someone else know that you've started your day cleaning up your
own pee. Next time, Kylie promised herself, I'm doing it sitting down.
The bathroom door opened. Kylie breathed a sigh of relief. "I tried to clean
it up," she said looking down at the tips of her feet a she spoke. "But
there's no paper..." She trailed off. To her horror Kylie realised that her
Penis was hanging out of the unzipped fly of her jeans.
**
11:30 AM
Kylie and Stephen sat on the couch eating. Kylie was eating breakfast - honey
on toast and glass of juice. Stephen was having an early lunch - a honey
sandwich and two cups of coffee.
The television was on. A wall of text was scrolling up the screen. Kylie
concentrated hard and tried to read the words as they appeared. She often
fell behind and had to skip over the longer words, sentences and sometimes
even whole paragraphs. What she was able read frightened her; out of control
fires, plane crashes, train derailments, and hundreds of thousands dead or
dying or injured. Kylie suddenly realised why Stephen hadn't even reacted
when she'd walked in on her after her little accident.
The radio was on too. Yesterday before Kylie had gone to bed Stephen had
taken the clock radio out of the bedroom - along with a spare set of sheets
and a pillow which she'd set up on the couch - and plugged it into a socket
in the lounge. She'd said that since she was going to be awake for a little
while longer and rather than turn the radio off so that Kylie could sleep
she'd moved it so that she could keep listening until she was ready to turn
in.
Stephen had tuned the radio to what had been up until yesterday had been
Mummy's favourite station; "101.9 Glenallyn's widest variety of music! The
songs that you grew up with and the songs that you'll soon be singing along
to!" The people who had switched into the bodies of the employees of the
station had started broadcasting again. Someone who sounded like Stan from
the "dynamic breakfast duo!" was talking about how to do mouth to mouth.
Stephen had set her laptop up on the coffee table and, in-between sips of
coffee and bites of her sandwich, was browsing the internet.
"Did Mummy or Patty call back while I was sleeping?" Kylie asked.
Stephen shook her head and said nothing. This worried Kylie. Stephen hadn't
said hardly anything to her this morning. Whenever Kylie spoke to her she'd
nod or shake her head or shrug. When she did open her mouth it was only to
mumble "yes" or "no" or to yawn. She yawned a lot.
Kylie finished off her toast. Stephen had made it for her. The bread was a
little bit burnt on one side and the honey was spread too thickly. It oozed
over the crusts. Kylie didn't like honey and had told Stephen so when she got
the container out of the cupboard but the woman hadn't paid any attention.
She forced herself to eat it anyway. To her surprise it tasted a lot better
than she thought it would.
Kylie licked her sticky fingers clean and set her plate down on the coffee
table next to the laptop. She noticed that Stephen had brought up YouTube.
"Wotcher watching?" she said.
Stephen didn't respond. She just stared blankly at the screen. Kylie leaned
over to get a better look.
On the screen was a video of a busy elevated freeway taken from the air. Two
men were talking. Kylie had trouble hearing what they were saying. The sound
with the video was crackly and was partly drowned out by the voice from the
radio.
(Channel five news, over...)
(... for adults blow into the mouth every five seconds...)
(...helicopter, requesting...)
(... if the patient is still...)
(Mike! I think you should take a look at this!)
Some cars were speeding up, others were screeching to sudden stops and others
continued at the same speed but were drifting to one side. It looked like a
lot of them were going to crash into each other if someone didn't hit the
brakes or change direction.
(...every three seconds, then press...)
(... Jeez Willis, I'm not, this can't be...)
(check for a pulse then...)
(Are you filming?)
A blue car that had been merging lane's when IT happened merged one lane too
many and into the oncoming traffic. It collided head on with a white van. The
fronts of both vehicles fragmented. A second later the back of the van came
apart as the car behind accelerated into it. Several more cars joined the
pile up. Others swerved recklessly to avoid it and collided with other
vehicles trying to avoid one of the other smash ups that now littered the
highway. The man filming the video and the pilot flying him around began to
yell.
(JESUS CHRIST!)
(...Doctor could I just interrupt you for a sec?)
(... ANYBODY READ! ANYBODY?)
(Don't worry we'll pick this up again just after...)
(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)
A motorbike rider threw himself from the seat of his fishtailing bike,
miraculously landed on his feet and was hit by an out of control car. He was
thrown up by the impact. Up and over the bonnet and through the windscreen.
(Oh thank God. Helen put me onto...)
(...to tell you that the emergency broadcast has just been updated...)
A battered station wagon careered towards to the concrete parapet of the
freeway. It hit a slanted pile of debris and was launched into the air. The
bumper of the car caught the parapet causing the vehicle to flip.
(...for our Redbrick and Timpson Hills listeners there's some import stuff in
there for you so...)
(THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR BULLSHIT HELEN!)
The now upside down station wagon hung in the air for an instant then
plummeted towards the underpass below. The vehicle slammed into the ground
and crumpled like an empty soft drink can.
(...Localised emergency broadcast signal. As of...)
Then just as quickly as it had begun the chaos was over. There were no cars
left to crash into each other. All that remained was twisted metal and broken
machines.
The camera moved so that it pointed down the length of the freeway instead of
down at it.
(Lookit that, it just goes on and...)
(Do not panic...)
People were climbing out of the wreckage. They moved like zombies; slowly,
stumbling and shuffling. Their clothes were ripped and stained red and black.
Those who were unable to stand crawled, or dragged themselves along with
their hands or gave up and lay down and didn't move at all.
It was all too much for Kylie. She looked away and shut her eyes. Almost
immediately she opened them again and turned back to her head back towards
the laptop. As horrible as the video was at least all the people in it were
all so far away from the camera that she couldn't see the pained expressions
on their faces or the gory details of their injures.
(What are they saying Mike, is it terrorists or EMP or what?)
(Power is unavailable in the following suburbs; Allan Park, Brekenridge...)
Out of the corner of her eye Kylie noticed that Stephen was no longer
watching the video. All her attention was fixed on one of the mobile phones.
Her thumbs were flying over the tiny keypad. Kylie craned her neck to see
what she writing.
WATCHING MCARTHUR FW CLIP. LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF BLUES BROTHERS BUT PEOPLE
ARE GETTING HURT. SOBERING.
(Christ Almighty, the scale of it, Jesus...)
(Redbrick, Timpson Hills...)
(You already said)
(...Yeoman Park...)
(Besides I don't think you should be talking like that.)
Kylie felt a sudden urge to lash out and knock the phone out of the Stephen's
hands. She remembered back to last week, when Daddy had allowed her to walk
down to the corner store to get the milk, BY HERSELF. On the way she'd fallen
and grazed her knee. A young woman with freckles and braces who was jogging
past had picked her up and dusted her off and asked if she was OK. She
remembered getting lost in the shopping mall and how the nice security guard
had come up to her, knelt down and asked if anything was wrong. She
remembered how Mummy and Daddy always seemed to know when she was angry or
upset or hurting. They didn't always say or do the right things to make it
better but most of the time they did. At least they always paid attention.
They did it because that's what real grownups we're supposed to do.
Stephen, Kylie thought, why can you text to your friend who isn't here? Why
won't you talk to me? You know I exist. You cleaned up my mess and made me
breakfast. Can't you see I'm frightened? Why won't you comfort me?
(You're not going to believe this...)
(Emergency centres will be up and running from...)
(Everyone but us has swapped bodies...)
(...at the Redbrick YMCA complex and at Timpson Hills Primary School...)
A horrible thought crossed Kylie's mind. What if my new body doesn't show
what I'm feeling? What if my face it like that cartoon for February on the
Calender with the all the identical grinning golden retriever dogs with what
their supposed to be feeling (happy, sad, angry, and others) written
underneath each one. Maybe she thinks I look fine. Maybe I don't look scared
at all. What's the expression on my face right now? I wish there was a mirror
around so that I could see myself.
(...provide limited medical treatment and if will help locate immediate family
members only...)
(...but it can't, it's not scientifically...)
In the video several of the smoking wrecks had burst into flames. a person,
man or woman Kylie couldn't tell, was on fire. They were running around in
circles. "Stop, drop and roll. You're supposed to stop, drop and roll" Kylie
pleaded out loud "please". The person did eventually stop and drop. They
didn't roll.
(... before coming down to the either of these centres please the following
hotlines...)
(...more things in heaven and...)
(...zero-one-zero for the Redbrick Centre and four-eight-five...)
(Like, magic?)
(... for the Timpson Hills Centre...)
Stephen looked up at the screen, yawned and reached out for the mouse. She
dragged to curser over to the "people who watched this video also watched..."
column. Kylie read a few of the titles; "planes hit Heathrow", "I have
BOOBS!", "The great shift caught on camera" and "CCTV footage of The Great
Shift".
(An act of God, Willis)
(... an operator will tell you what to do next.)
(Acknowledge Josh, what should be do now?)
(...making house visits within the next three days...
(...hold position until further notice, can do)
Stephen selected a video called "The Great Shift hits Warriewood Oval".
Kylie whimpered but Stephen didn't pay any attention.
The freeway was replaced with a shot of couple sitting together in a bar. The
man was wearing one of those of those fashionable short cloth scarves and
glasses with square frames. The woman wore a bright red dress and lipstick to
match. They were drinking brightly coloured concoctions from cocktail
glasses. The man was talking. The woman looked bored. The camera panned
across the bar. There were other couples. The woman all looked glamorous, the
men like living Ken dolls.
The camera stopped moving and focused on the door of the bar. A man was
standing in it. He was dressed in sweat stained singlet and Kahki trousers
and wore a cowboy hat. He looked like a man that other men dreamed about
being. Kylie realised how much her new body measured up to the man on the
screen. The face wasn't as handsome but the height and the build were spot
on. The man was holding a familiar looking yellow can that contained in her
Daddies words "the nectar of the Gods". The man pulled the ring pull. There
was a close up of the fizz spilling out of the hole.
(Pop! hisssssss...)
(If you are at a safe location please remain where you are.)
The man lifted the can to his lips and took a swig of his beer. All of the
woman in the bar looked up from their boyfriends. The woman licked her lips
and began to walk slowly towards the new arrival. There was a final shot of
the beer drinker. He looked straight at the camera and winked. Kylie felt
afraid. Was this what people would see when they looked at her now? She
didn't want to be that person at all.
A close up of a golden can glistening with condensation appeared on the
screen along with words "proud supporter of the AFL". The commercial ended
and was replaced with a video of a football match.
The game was between the Cavendish Cray's, Uncle Benjamin's team, and another
team that Kylie didn't recognise. A Cavendish guy had the ball. A guy from
the other team tackled him. As he was dragged to the ground the Cavandish guy
passed the ball to a teammate. The man caught it caught it and kicked it
forwards. A Cray and a guy from the other team jostled and shoved. Both were
trying to get in position to catch the ball and trying to stop the other from
doing so. The ball landed a meter away from their struggle and both half ran,
half dived for it.
(CLARKSON, PASS TO HODGES!)
(...remain calm and await further updates...)
(HODGES KICKS!)
(... This is the localised... cut it off, oh you... OK... er... If you've just tuned...)
(KELLY WITH THE BALL...)
(...NOT the localised emergency broadcast...)
The guy from the other team reached the ball fist, shook off a tackle from
the Cray and began to sprint back down the field. He tripped. Time seemed to
slow down. It was the white van all over again. The man hit the ground and
slid to a stop.
"Stephen," Kylie blurted out. "Turn it off!"
Several Cavendish players running to intercept also fell. They're not getting
hurt; Kylie told herself, none of this is any worse than any of those slow
motion replay tackles that they show. This isn't like the freeway.
More players went down. They'll just pick themselves up again, Kylie thought,
they'll be OK. The people who swapped into them will just get some bruises
and a big scare. They'll be OK. Not like the man in that ute that rolled or
the dog in the tray or than van that got smashed or the... Stop it! Kylie told
herself, this isn't like that at all. They'll be OK. No one's dying or
getting hurt.
(...we have Doctor Graham Turner in the studio and before that little
interruption he was just...)
Kylie looked down at the progress bar. There was still a lot of video to go.
No one's dying or getting hurt... yet.
"Turn it off," Kylie said. "Please."
"huh?" said Stephen. She turned and looked at Kylie with red rimmed eyes.
"Turn it off. Turn it all off. Make it stop!" Kylie found herself yelling.
"But..." Stephen said. "This is important."
Kylie reached over and slammed the laptop shut. She picked up the remote
control form the coffee table and pointed it at the TV.
"If you won't, then I will," Kylie said and turned off the TV.
"It's happening even if you ignore it," mumbled Stephen.
Kylie got up and walked over the radio.
"At least leave the radio on. They've been saying a lot of useful stuff."
Kylie considered this then turned the radio down.
With a groan Stephen heaved herself off the couch. Kylie covered the volume
knob with her hand and eyed the laptop and TV remote control nervously.
Stephen walked slowly to the bathroom.
Kylie sat back on the down on the couch and picked up the walkabout phone
from where it sat next to the remote control. She wondered if she should call
home. She decided that yes, she should. Her mother would want to know if she
was OK.
She punched in her number and waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello this is Greg Hampton speaking," said a girl's voice.
Does my voice really sound that squeaky, Kylie thought. She took a deep
breath and replied, "Hi, it's me Kylie."
"Oh... um.... Hi little sis."
Kylie wondered if what her brother had just said was supposed to be a joke.
She decided it was. Two can play that game, she thought. "Hi big brother."
"Or maybe it should be the other way around" said her brother cheerfully
"Hey, and Now that you're the eldest think of all the extra chores you'll
have to do."
Kylie couldn't think of a clever or annoying response so she just said,
"Yeah, guess so." Bedside's this wasn't the time.
Greg seemed to realise it too. "Yeah," he said glumly.
Kylie was at a loss as to what to say next. Her brother and here never had
conversations, they always teased or argued or ignored each other. "So... uh...
has Daddies work called?" she said eventually.
"Not yet."
"Oh... So where are Mummy and Patty?"
"They're here."
"Can you put Mummy on?"
"Uh... sure"
"Thanks. It's been good talking."
"Here's Mum."
Her mother sounded a lot less panicked than she had yesterday. She acted just
like Kylie wanted her to act. She listened when Kylie told her how frightened
she was by all the horrible things that were going on and said kind things at
the right moments. None of it made Kylie feel better at all. It was her
brother's voice she kept hearing and her brother who she was imagining on the
other end of the line. She couldn't help herself.
"Can you put Patty on?" Kylie eventually asked her mother. I want to hear
your real voice again, she thought.
Mummy said she could and the phone was handed over. Kylie told Patty the same
things she had told her mother. Like Kylies mother before Patty tried to
comforted her. Unlike her mother's attempts Patty's halfway succeeded. Kylie
felt a bit guilty about that. She vowed that from then on that she would try
to listen to person inside and not the person that they had become on the
outside. Hadn't she been terrified by the thought of people not doing the
same for her just before?
Patty put her mother back on the phone and she and Kylie exchanged goodbyes
before Kylie hung up. She wondered where Stephen was. She hadn't heard the
toilet flush, the bathroom door open or seen her reappear in the doorway that
lead from the lounge into the corridor. Kylie didn't want to consider what
she could be doing that could be taking her so long.
It was about forty five minute minutes after the phone call ended - spent
memorising the titles of all the DVD's Stephen and Jess owned - before Kylie
worked up the courage to knock on bathroom door and ask Stephen if she was
OK. When there was no reply Kylie knocked again and raised her voice. Again
Stephen didn't respond.
Kylie opened the door a crack and peeped through. Stephen was sitting on the
toilet. Her shorts and undies were down around her ankles, her legs sightly
spread. Kylie felt her cheeks grow hot. She shut the door quickly, began to
make her way back to the lounge and concentrated hard of forgetting what she
had just glimpsed. Her head had been lolling forwards, her arms had been
hanging limp at her sides.
Kylie turned back and knocked on the door again. "Stephen! Are you alright?"
No reply.
"Ok then, I'm coming in"
She opened the door.
Keeping her eyes fixed firmly on Stephen's head Kylie walked over to Stephen.
She leant over so she could see the woman's face. Her eyes were closed; she
was asleep.
Kylie tiptoed slowly out of the bathroom. She went and collected a sheet and
the pillow from the lounge and returned. She propped the pillow behind
Stephen's head and draped the sheet over her body. It looked silly but it was
better than the alternatives. Kylie didn't think she could bring herself to
carry the woman out to the lounge of bedroom, she was too embarrassed to try
to wake her up and it just seemed wrong to leave her there as she was.
Kylie turned off the bathroom light, shut the door and walked down the
corridor to the bedroom. She lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling
and let all the fear and confusion and loneliness she was feeling wash over
her. She began to cry.
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