"DID YOU JUST THROW JIMIN DOWN THE STAIRS?!"

'Yes, yes he did,' Jimin thought as he lay at an odd angle at the base of the stairs. At least it hadn't hurt since he was now made of cardboard.

From where he laid, he had a skewed view of the kitchen and the top of the stairwell where Birdie suddenly appeared, thundering down it towards him before quickly picking him up.

"It's a piece of cardboard! Cardboard is junk and belongs in the garbage," her father, who was not even thirty seconds behind her, said.

"I'm not letting you put him in the garbage!" Birdie yelled as she swung Jimin around so that he stayed out of her father's reach. "Don't touch him again!"

Walking right out the front door after grabbing her car keys off the hook, she went and put him in the car followed by herself. She didn't care that she was still dressed in what she had worn to bed and that slippers were still on her feet. She just wanted to be anywhere but there.

Flooring the car into reverse, she quickly took off down the road. Birdie had a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as her teeth remained clenched.

"What was that all about?" Jimin asked finally, breaking the silence.

"Nothing. It's nothing," Birdie said as she drove, relaxing eventually. "It's nothing new at least. We have something else we need to focus on right now, though I still feel like this is some sort of fever dream or something..."

"Trust me. I do too, but it's not," Jimin said from his slanted position in the passenger seat. Due to how straight and narrow his cardboard self was, the top of his head was brushing up against the car ceiling so much it was almost bending.

"How do you think this happened?" Birdie asked. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Falling asleep in my apartment last night after practice," Jimin said.

"Was there anything different about your routine?"

"Are you trying to imply that I conjured up some sort of soul switching spell before I passed out or something?" Jimin asked. "No. I didn't do anything different. I passed out in bed with my necklace on that Tae gave me."

"Necklace?"

"Yes. It was a necklace he picked up at some sort of pawn shop that had a purple heart charm in the center."

Coming to a stop at a stoplight, Birdie looked over at the necklace that she had put around her cardboard cutout the other day. It was still there around his neck and looked similar to the one he had just mentioned.

"It sounds like the one you're wearing," Birdie said.

"Really?"

Nodding, she reached up to flip the mirror down in front of him and angled it in such a way so he could view the necklace about his neck.

"That looks identical to the necklace I fell to sleep wearing!" Jimin exclaimed. "Do you think they are connected somehow?"

"Maybe," Birdie said. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

"We need to call Tae then," Jimin said as she drove forward as the light changed. "I think we're going to need a little help."