writing_shadows

It was meant to be an experiment about brainwave patterns. You know the kind of thing; "what card am I holding up?" Only, of course, this was done in the secret lab, with fitted electrode caps on our heads.

Have I mentioned I love working here? This will become relevant.

So, we were sitting there and I was failing the test. (I think I got two right out of thirty.)

Then lightning struck.

No, I mean it literally struck.

You know how in Bugs Bunny cartoons, when characters get struck by lightening, they go all shaky and you can see their skeletons through their skin and then they walk around all jittery for a bit? That's not what happens in real life.

First of all, it hurts like hell. Like electricity running through all your nerve endings, let's say. And then there's a sort of aftershock (pun not intended), as your synapses try to recover.

I realised after a moment that I was having an out-of-body experience. I watched myself blink and look around. I listened to myself say "Emma, test the machines and-"

I giggled to myself, although it came out as a good-natured, deep-voiced chortle.

"Oh, sh-" I realised I was, indeed, in Mike's body. "-ugar."

More experiments, we decided, were in order. And quickly.