You wake to a scream and immediately look toward Enid’s side of the room. She’s standing in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection, frozen.

Wednesday (in Enid’s body): “No. No, no, no, no—”

Your eyes shift to Wednesday’s side of the room as she screams again, horror etched across her face. She gets off her bed, staring at her black-painted fingernails as if seeing them for the first time.

Enid (in Wednesday’s body): “What the hell happened to me?” She takes a hesitant step toward her own side of the room, eyes wide. “Why am I… staring at me?”

They meet at the Wenclair window, circling each other warily, trying to make sense of the impossible.

Wednesday (in Enid’s body): “Because… we’ve somehow swapped bodies.”