The doorbell rang in the apartment, then it rang again. When it rang a third time, Shannon finally checked to see who was there. It was her. Or rather, it was the body she used to have. But it didn’t make any sense. When she had stolen Peter’s body, she had removed every memory of who he once was. There was no way he could remember he slightest notion of ever being Peter, let alone a detail like where he used to live.
“I know you’re home,” Shannon heard her own voice say from the other side of the door. “I’m not leaving. You owe me answers.”
Shannon looked back out the peephole again. Her former body looked exhausted. Whatever Peter had done to regain his memory likely wore him out. But she was still too afraid to answer the door, and certainly too afraid to answer for what she had done.
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