Transplanted Life
Monday, April 12, 2004
Holy shit
That was Sam on the phone... Well, not really, since it hasn't been Sam for months, but even beyond that, I had it wrong.

Shit, I feel so damn stupid. I hope Carter forgives me. I mean I, of all people, should have seen.

Damn it, this is going to be ugly. She'll be here in like ten minutes, and somehow knowing that she's got the gun makes me feel even less safe. Fuck... Even as a man, I wasn't cut out for this sort of crap.

At least it all makes sense now - Me, Carter, Michelle, Sam, the guy in my body... Damn, what's his name? It's in here somewhere. Wish I had time to look for it.

That's if "Sam/Michelle" was telling the truth, but it makes too much sense to be anything else. If she is lying, though, I can't see what good it would do her - the people behind this whole body-switching thing would want us all calm and collected, not panicky, right?

I should call Carlos... If what she said is true, it might be a good idea to have a cop or two around.
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