"By the way, I'm Susan, since you might not have known that. And yes, this is crazy. Absolutely crazy and if you're lying don't ever come to me for help or anything else, ever again. I won't ever speak to you again. Got it?" she said sitting down next to Bette on Lana's bed.

"I got it. Because I'm not lying. This is unbelievable. This is crazy. But it's real."

"What exactly did this guy say about Lana?" Susan asked Bette still testing her story. She put a hand up to her forehead to feel for a fever, but she felt normal.

"He said she killed his brother! I don't have his name or the tall guy's name either. I saw him though. Just this morning. He was walking to a car in that parking lot across the street. It looked like he was leaving from this direction. Do you think maybe he was here? In this building?"

"There ain't no way Lana would or could kill anybody. I don't care if it was Adolf Hitler. She wouldn't kill him. She's too nice." Susan was still in disbelief that Lana would have done the thing she was accused of. There had to be another explanation or some major misunderstanding.

Bette wasn't sure how she was supposed to find Lana now if Susan didn't even believe it was possible Lana could commit such a serious crime. Of course, why would she think the girl she shared a room with could be capable of murder? Bette realized how stupid it all sounded and just how utterly fantastical.

"Look, I don't know Lana, or how she acts or thinks or anything else about her. All I know is that there was a dream and a man told me I was Lana Fier and that Lana Fier had killed his brother and would pay for it. I woke up this morning in this place. Apparently in downtown Atlanta on a college campus and in her body! So you have to help me find her since you know her. You may not like this very much but look at me. Put yourself in my shoes. Her shoes. I'm not even myself anymore." Bette pleaded.

Before the tears began to fall again Bette gave Susan the saddest and most pitiful look she could muster. She knew she couldn't do this without Susan's help. She was all alone in this big strange city and had nothing to get her home, not even herself.

"Alright. You've gotta pull yourself together girl. I'll try to help you, but if this gets too freaky I'm gone. You got that?" Susan pointed a long dark finger with lime green nails at Bette.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! All we have to do is have him turn us back to ourselves. The one problem is that, first we've gotta find him. He has to be pretty close though. He didn't leave the parking lot more than ten or fifteen minutes ago." Bette said optimistically.

"Tell me how he looks and I'll see if I can make a sketch. Be as descriptive as you can. Any details – all details matter."

"Well, he's really tall, maybe six and a half feet and he wears a top hat. Well today he had on a black wool Fedora hat." Bette and I watched Susan write down what Bette was saying on a piece of paper in her chemistry notebook before continuing.

"He wore black dress boots but in the dream he wears goulashes and his hair is black. Thick and wavy. It's kind of perfect hair. His eyes...his eyes were so blue and clear but they had a hint of evil in them. They were cold like ice and normal – not big, not small. Just there, kind of in the shadows of those thick brows. When he walked he took long strides and walked hard. I guess that doesn't help with drawing a face sketch."

"It's okay. Keep going." Susan said trying to reassure Bette.

I thought about his eyes. They could be considered a little evil looking but they were still a very cool shade of blue. I don't think he knew how he came off and right now I'm pretty sure he doesn't care.

"What's his face shaped like? Is it fat, thin, square, round?" Susan asked her pen sitting on the paper, ready.

"He has a square jaw line but his head isn't big. He was an average build. Oh yeah, he's kind of pale. No beard or mustache though. His nose is thin. He's strong. His face even looks strong. Strange. That's all I can remember." Bette said feeling as if she'd failed some sort of oral exam.

"I should be able to do something with that. But you can always tell me where it's messed up. You know what you should do while I get started? Call home. Lana should be there right? You two could just go ahead and solve this together and it would probably go a lot faster."

Bette didn't know why she hadn't thought of that before. It was plain she wasn't thinking clearly.

"You can use my phone since, ummm, you can't get into yours."

Bette looked at the phone sitting on the bed. She hadn't even tried doing the system reboot, probably because she'd been somewhere in a trance while Susan was gone. Bette took Susan's phone and started pressing the numbers for home.

She paused after entering the area code. What was she even going to say? "Hi. I'm Bette Locke and you're me?" No. "Hello, I'm Bette Locke and right now we are in each other's bodies." Yeah. That was pretty good and said it all.

Bette finished pressing the last digits and let the call go through. Eternity seemed to hang in the balance as the phone rang.

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