Dan's POV:
I wake up to Pj shaking my shoulders, and groan. "Peej, what are you-" 'wait.' My conscience realises before I do. My voice- my own voice. Not Phil's. I sit up, grinning. "Am I back?" I say to him, my eyes widening. He nods and shrugs his shoulders, turning to Phil, who is still out cold on the floor. I let out a very unmanly shriek of happiness and shuffle over to Phil, on my knees.
"Hey, Phil, wake up" I say and gently poke him. He stirs and I sit in front of him, smiling. He starts to mumble. "Dan you look like a child on- Dan!" He grins at me in amazement as he too realises that we're both back in our own bodies.
He sits up and we hug eachother, just happy to be ourselves again.
"Uh guys? I don't want to intrude but I have to leave at some point." We were interrupted by Pj's voice. "Ah, yesss..." I say. I'm still puzzled by how blunt Pj was and still is being about the whole fiasco, when it hits me. He doesn't believe us. "Pj?" I say slowly. "Mmm?" He answers back. "You do... believe us right? About what happened? I mean, you're Pj Liguori, creativity extraordinaire and all that, you've got to believe us". Phil and I are both staring at him now, anticipating his next words. "Aha, well I kinda have to believe you, because I'm not Pj."
*A/N: And that's the end! I hope you enjoyed the book, (I flipping hate it) that ending though ooooo- don't even expect a sequel *-*
