Bisky blinked. Her stomach turning as if she had been put in the spin cycle of a washing machine. Why was she looking at herself? Wasn’t she looking at melody a moment ago?

Her senses started to feel bombarded. Her ears like all the sounds in the room had been dialed to twelve. Breathing, heart beats, blood flowing. She pressed her hands to her ears to try and stop it. Her heartbeat speeding up as her fingers felt skin on her head rather than hair.

It took less than a second after did she realize, she wasn’t in her own body. What..