*still On Valerie’s Point Of View*

I stood in my motel room bathroom, my hands firmly grasping the side of the sink as I looked at my reflection. I seemed the same. My hair was the same colour, my eyes their usual shade, my skin the same tone. Physically nothing was out of place yet I felt different. I felt like me but at the same time I didn't. I searched my face for an answer hoping it would appear in writing on my forehead. Nothing.

I walked back into my room and headed towards the old, beat up dresser. I was still in the dress Sarah had given me...