"Bu..,bu., but that's me!!", whispers Jack, to himself in disbelief, as he spies the hauntingly familiar figure, coming through the door.
"Hey, guys! I was able to get a tow truck to pull us out of the embankment and they'll take a look at the car and fix the brake line that was loose.", the guy says, looking all to much like me, or at least I thought it was me. "Jill, are you all right?"
I look at doppleganger with my mouth hanging open, not sure what is going on. I stare at him for a good thirty seconds before my brain engages and I close my mouth with an audible 'snap'. "Ummm. Yeah. I'm fine. I, uhhmm just a little light headed still from the accident, that's all. I'll be fine."
"Why don't you take her to her room and let her lie down for awhile?", the doppleganger(?) says to Mark.
"Yeah, Jill. You do look a little shook up, so come on, let me help you upstairs to our room." Mark says, gently grabbing hold of my arm and helping me stand. I let him guide me upstairs as my head is spinning, trying to make sense of all of this. Why am I in Jill's body? Am I, somehow, Jill? And who was that downstairs? As Mark let's go of me so he can unlock our door, I see darkness again as I start to slide down toward the floor.
"Woah, there, baby! Don't pass out on me again!", Mark grabs me around my waist, trying to hold me up. He then reaches behind my knees with his other arm and picks me up as if I don't weigh anything! 'I'm almost two hundred pounds, or at least I was, I realize in sorrow. Oh, God, what has happened to me?!'
Mark carries me over to the large king size bed and I notice the four posters holding up a lace canopy over the bed. 'Oh, no. This looks like.. Yes! This must be the honeymooner's suite!' I groan to myself, silently. 'Mark and Jill, now me! Nooo!' I feel sick just thinking of the image of both of us, I mean them! Not me, Jill, I me...Uuugh!
As I struggle with the horror of it all, I feel Mark taking off my boot! "What are you doing!", I practically yell at him.
"Honey, I'm just trying to get you comfortable. You've had a big scare and you should try to rest for awhile. It's not as if the car will be ready soon. If you want, I could crawl in with y..."
"NOOO!" I yelp, not believing this is my, I mean Jill's, voice. "I mean, I'll be fine. I really don't feel like too much company right now. Maybe later. " 'Not on your life, you disgusting, gross, uuugh!'
"O.K., I understand. Here, why don't you just try to get some sleep and I'll come and get you for dinner, later on?" Mark softly replies, thinking that I am getting hysterical and needs to calm down. He gently pulls the blankets up to my chin and kisses me on the forehead as I try VERY hard not to cringe.
"I love you, hon." (Oh, Yuck!)
"I..I. l..l.ove ya', too." I quickly mumble as he quietly closes the door and I hear his heavy footsteps going downstairs.
'Oh my God! What has happened to me? I can't believe this. Who am I? I've always thought I was Jack, but it appears that he, I mean me, no, I mean that person downstairs with Mark is Jack. Or is he? I appear to be Jill, but that's impossible, isn't it?'
My head continues to spin as I drift off into a dark and complicated rest....
