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Susan arrived home to her quiet, suburban home to quite a shock. A truly strange woman with spiked hair and tattoos sat on the top of her counter drinking a beer. She reached for the phone to call the police, but the woman spoke first.

“Honey,” The strange woman said, “I know what this looks like, but it’s me, Alan, your husband. This odd woman bumped into me at the train station, then she started yelling at me. I just left. I didn’t even notice until I got home, but somehow I had swapped bodies with her, that woman. I used the hidden key to let myself in and grabbed a beer. God, I needed a drink to cope with this. I don’t know how she did this; I don’t know how to find her to force her to undo this...”

Susan seemed skeptical.

“I see that look in your eye,” Alan continued, “Ask me anything. Ask me anything that only you and I know.” It took several hours, but finally Susan was convinced. The strange woman in her house was, in fact, her husband. She hoped they could find a way to reverse this, because she knew she wasn’t going to be able to deal with it if they couldn’t.