"I'm well enough to get up on my own, dammit," You heard a voice from the other room say.
The doctors still hadn't answered your question. It was like they knew what was about to happen. Then Allison burst into your room in a hospital gown and a large band-aid on her head.
"Oh, Tim," She said, "Come on, let's get out of here. These doctors are crazy. All this talk about swapping brains."
Suddenly, you realized that Allison was probably one of the victims of this madness. Your girlfriend wasn't who she appeared to be. But she still seemed to know you, so who was she? And, maybe more important, whose body was your girlfriend now in.
"Who are you?" You ask.
"Are you feeling okay, Tim? Don't you recognize your own father?"
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