Brett was trying to piece together the pieces of what just happened. What did he remember? Why was he suddenly lying on the ground? He thought back to going to class the morning. He was walking on campus, talking to a few friends. Then everything went black, and the next thing he knew he was here. It didn’t feel like he had passed out; maybe he had been drugged. But who would drug him at 10 o’clock in the morning? He didn’t feel sick or woozy. In fact, he felt fine. Even if he had been sick and passed out, how did he get from being outside on the quad to being inside? Did someone bring him here? This certainly wasn’t the health center. As his mind raced around all these thoughts, he had yet to pay much attention to the fact that he was no longer himself -- he now had a very different body!