Charles didn’t know how to react. So instead, he stood silently, unsure of what to do with himself. Looking down, all he could see was — you. There was no identifiable trace of himself, even your voice escaped his lips when he spoke.

God knows what happened. You both went to bed the previous night — waking up disoriented and in each other’s bodies.

“What are we going to do?” He asked finally, observing as you panicked and paced the tent. Or more precisely, himself.