After Meagan was put into the FBI car, she was immediately blindfolded. Now she couldn't see or speak, but she could still hear. Though all she heard was the car being driven. The people inside with her didn't even talk to each other.
The gag, the blindfold. What she knew of the FBI from movies and TV and such, this didn't seem like normal operating procedures. In fact, it sounded more like something top secret.
After about ten minutes, the car stopped and the engine was turned off. The car door opened and she was pulled out and pushed. Without being able to see, she had to trust that they were leading her in the right direction. And at the moment, her trust in them was at an all-time low.
She knew she must have still been in town. A ten-minute drive would only get her about two or three miles from Jon's house, depending on the traffic. Why wouldn't they just leave town? Didn't they fear that they would switch bodies?
She was pushed for about three minutes, then was told to sit. She sat down and they removed her blindfold.
She looked around at the nearly-dark room. The only light was a light bulb above the table she was seated at.
They removed her gag and she immediately demanded to know where she was.
"You're safe," a voice said. Out of the near-darkness stepped the FBI agent that greeted her at Jon's house. What was his name? Agent Candle? No, that wasn't it. Kan ... Kendall. That's right. Steven Kendall.
"I'm not Jon Madison," she said.
"We know. But you're connected to him," the agent said, taking a seat at the table, opposite from Meagan. "And with you, we can find him."
"And do what?" Meagan asked.
"Fix what's happened," he said, leaning back in the chair.
"You can do that?"
"Sure." He turned around and nodded, probably to someone Meagan couldn't see, and suddenly all the walls of the room glowed a strange greenish blue. The agent stood up from his chair and walked over to her. He reached out to touch her, but Meagan leaned back. "It's okay. Watch." He touched her, but nothing seemed to happen. "See? I didn't switch."
"You could have already switched," Meagan said.
"True. But look at this." He snapped his fingers and someone walked into the room, pulling a portable mirror with him.
Meagan turned and looked at herself. Her eyes went wide, realizing that she could see herself. Her normal female self. She no longer saw Jon. She was wearing his clothes, but the reflection showed her. When she saw the agent's reflection, it matched what he looked like before the weird lights came on, meaning that he hadn't been switched.
"How is this possible?" she asked.
"These lights," he said, walking around the room. "It's a sophisticated piece of engineering that stops the effects of the body-switching phenomenon. Not only does it stop people from being swapped, but it also allows people to see who others really are."
"What's the catch?" She knew there had to be one, or else they would have said something about this to the public.
"The catch is that it can only happen in this room and it uses an enormous amount of power to run it. Obviously nothing like this could be created on a large scale. But for what we need it for, it's sufficient."
"You said that having me here would help you find Jon. What did you mean by that?"
He smiled. "We know what you look like now, so it should be easy to spot him."
"Oh." She paused. "You're not going to hurt him. Are you?"
But he didn't answer. Instead, he turned and shouted "That's enough." And then the walls stopped glowing. With the light above the table, Meagan saw that her reflection in the mirror had changed back to Jon's image.
"Obviously, since you've been affected, we can't let you go," the agent said. "So, it looks like you'll be our guest here until this is over."
