Gemotions

Michael whistled as he walked down the street, the crisp autumn air invigorated him. He loved this season; the vibrant colours, the smell of pumpkin spice everything. His doctor's appointment was looming, and the thought that he would soon be able to start his new workout regime and diet made his stomach flip with excitement. He had so much energy today, he even skipped as he crossed the road.

He reached the sterile waiting room. After a few minutes, he was called into the examination room. The physician, a man with a tired air about him, sat down opposite him. "Mr. Henderson, we have your results. There seems to be a… slight issue."

The doctor looked confused as he read the data. "These results… they're not yours. We seem to have the wrong records."