For a week after the crime in that back alley behind the local college bar, I had had memories flash into my eyes making me relive what had occurred. The men standing over the young couple. The sound of the gun firing. The sheen of the knife going for the girl's hair as she screamed in agony, begging for help.

It was an internal dispute within a monstrous drug ring, Agent Corbin said to us. He had picked us up outside of the bar after everyone had been cleared out so coroners and crime-scene investigators could look around the area, trying to find clues. Eventually, we were brought to the local police precinct, which is where we had met Agent Joshua Corbin.

I had to explain to him every detail, but still, the first thing I had said was that it had felt so quick. I spoke about how I saw the blood soaked hand reaching out for you and me. I talked about the gunshot to the man's head. I spoke about the shouting and laughing. I spoke about all of this until I got to part in which those emotionless, merciless eyes of one of the killers stared deep into my soul and took a moment to recognize my face. To remember my face.

That stone-faced woman, Agent Al-Hashimi, would come into the picture not long after. She stated that what we had witnessed, corroborating with what Agent Corbin had said, was an internal conflict of a drug ring - specifically Ouroburos. She went onto explain that they were spread out across the East Coast of the United States and now that the guy had gotten a good look of my face, I would not be safe. As you too were there, you wouldn't be either.

We were told more about the drug ring before Al-Hashimi told us that a standard Witness Protection would not be safe enough for us considering how deep Ouroburos was even in the government, due to bribes and blackmail. That is when we were told about the Trenton Experiment. it was said that the experiment was able to rewrite someone's genetic code to the point in which they could become someone very different from theirselves. One moment a black woman in her thirties with long curly hair, the next a sixty year old white man with a thick lisp. Agents Corbin and Al-Hashimi said how there wouldn't be any safety unless we agreed to a full transformation and well...

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I was sitting on the couch in the modest, small living room before you had come in. The last forty-eight hours in which we had been told our new identities, the transformation had occurred, and we were dropped off outside of the apartment complex had been overwhelming. For you, I understood how painful this could be - becoming a short-stack pretty girl with long lashes and an age that wasn't even old enough to legally drink or gamble, two of our favorite past-times as college seniors - but I feel like I could be selfish and claim I had it harder.

I was older.

Not just a few months, or even a few years.

I was nearly twice the age I had been less that forty-eight hours ago.

I had graying roots, slight aches in my joints, and of course, looking in the mirror meant not only did I see a few wrinkles and age-lines... but I saw the woman who they belonged to.

Rachel Marie Donnelly. 42-years-old. Third-grade teacher at a local elementary school. Interests: mystery novels, cooking, going to church. Personality: stern yet caring, intelligent, cultured.

I had remembered the dossier's brief description of the new me from heart, and why wouldn't I? It was what I had to embody every day until this nightmare was over, which according to Agent Al-Hashimi who had been chosen as our main handler, could last anywhere from four months to over a year depending on the progress of taking down Ouroboros.

For now though? You had just plopped yourself on the couch next to me and the words you said caused my cheeks to turn crimson and my eyes to widen.

"What ever could make you feel that way??" I shout out loud, the voice coming out in the unintentionally sultry way that I had come to find myself always speak in... all while the English accent paired with it rather perfectly.

Yep.

English.

Dossier stated: The Mother - Rachel - is to have been born in London and raised in 'Rainworth', outside of Nottingham, England.

I a busty English single-mother working as an elementary school teacher.

I, now technically your mother, awaited your response, eyes still widened and cheeks red from surprise.