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Sun is shining outside through the small window above Mark's bed. "Morning, sleepyhead." Violetta, his girlfriend was standing next to bed with mug. "How are you feeling? you were having these weird fever and delirium last night. I... was worried about you..." she said softly and put her hands on his shoulder.

"Morning... Um, okay, I guess? And yeah, I was just feeling a bit sick, not to worry." Mark replied and yawned. He looked at the girl again and smiled tiredly. He squinted his eyes. "You're looking like you're wanting to say something... again."

She breathed in deeply and smiled lightly. "Mark, I love you, I really do. But... I feel something is wrong, you're acting strange... and it's not only because you are sick. It started a week ago... Who is that 'Peggy Sue' girl?"

"Peggy Sue? Why, never heard of her." lied Mark quickly and frowned. "Who do you mean?"

"Who is she?" Violetta asked again, putting the mug onto the counter next to the bed. "Why are you talking about her in your sleep?!" she frowned

"Hey... I... " Mark paused and looked up at the ceiling. "Violetta, please... They say that I need to follow my fate." He said finally and closed his eyes. "It's bullshit! Fate? I'm not buying any of that!" He yelled and got up. Violetta reached him, forcing him to calm down and take a breath.

"Hey... relax. Just tell me what the fuck is going on with you!" she said, putting her hand on his muscular chest. "Come on, tell me."

"Fine! You want to know the truth?! I will tell you!" yelled the guy angrily. "One week ago I found this letter in my mailbox. I thought it's some kind of prank or scam, but it was a request for a swap." He explained as he stood up and walked around the room, looking at the girl intensely. "Request for a swap with official stamps, documents, signatures... Fuck, remember we are joking about it few weeks ago? Remember? 'Swap at the birth', shit from TV news, government science project. Yeah, fuck, it's all real!" He finished and laughed madly.

"Ohh... So you, you mean, like you are not you? Like... in some sense?" Asked her

"No! Violetta, I am Mark. I'm exactly who I was, but they want me to swap with... ughhh! Fuck that shit, okay?!" He dropped back to the chair. "Fuck. I don't want tell you this, because this is shit, total shit. And I will solve this problem." Said Mark

"Well, that explains everything..." whispered Violetta, looking at him. She was taken aback. She was hesitant, staring blankly and then nervously down at the ground. "What now?"

"Violet, please, don't believe any crap from media, they are shitty liars! I'm me, Mark. Nothing has changed. You, you must believe me!"

"I... uh, I have to think about it..." She whispered and began to dress herself. "...But yeah, I kind of believe you. But still, you better call them." She said nervously, finished getting ready and hugged her boyfriend's shoulders. "All symptoms are consistent... You really should go to them, to the scientists. If they are true, then you have no choice. You might be in danger."

"What? Danger?! Are you kidding, or are just messing with me, it's not fucking funny!" Mark raised his voice angrily, leaving the scared girl behind him. "I... knm! Hmm... fuck it!" coughed Mark and sat on the bed. "Fuck!"

"Mark..." Violetta interrupted, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mark, look at you... Seriously. Look at you! Something's wrong, you see that, right?" Violetta said, and she softly touched his chin. "Please, you need to visit them. Please."