Once free, Conor began to make head straight upstairs.
“Where are you going?” I asked him.
“Dude, we need to get out of here.” There was a sense of urgency and panic he spoke with; and even though it was technically Erika’s voice, it still sounded a lot like Conor.
“Dude! But we need to find Erika! We need to find your body! We got to find a way to get you back to normal!”
“I know when to cut my losses. I’d much rather be alive as Erika than dead in my own body. You didn’t see the guy that did this to me; he was scary. It’s morning, and I’m going home...or I guess I’m going to Erika’s home. But whatever.”
I was about to try to stop him when Anna grabbed my arm.
“We’ll find Erika without him,” She said, “Come on.”
Conor took one last look back, “You guys are making a mistake. I promise you.”
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