"You don't seem to mind what I've done." Damien said as he looked at the middle-aged but still handsome man in front of him.

"I don't, not really." Hugh admitted. "Just one question: is she still alive?"

"Yes, she has my body. She seemed neither happy or upset about that. I have a feeling I'm about to find out why."

"We weren't getting along." Her husband said. "We hadn't for a while now. This, what you're wearing now, that's the nicest thing I've seen on her in probably two years. Those nails, I know you did those. What do you have planned, if I might ask, dressed so nice with your new body?"

"That sir," Damien said with a wry smile. "Depends on you."