He had intended for it to be a weekend away, just fishing and maybe some hiking. The place was old and while it certainly looked like it had seen better days from the outside, the inside revealed the apparent disrepair was more cosmetic than anything. The interior was relatively nice, but that wasn't why he was here.

The woman who had rented him this cabin was a bit concerned due to his age, and decided to check up on him. As she came to meet him, another vehicle pulled in, a large van, and parked in a spot in the driveway where the trees created a narrow lane and two men got out.

There was hunting rifle and a shotgun in the cabin but it didn't matter, the two men were too quick. They were restrained and soon were strapped down to two operating tables the men taken from the van and set up in the living room.

He woke up to find himself alone in the living room and when he got up he instantly knew something was very off. He ignored that for the moment, wanting to see what happened to the woman who rented him this place. She was nowhere to be found, her car gone and the van also gone. He hoped she was alive though he worried about her fate given the age of his body.

He then decided to take a walk and clear his head. Each step felt odd, the height of the heels on his boots, the cool air against the tights, the swish of the skirt, the pull of the stitches as he moved his neck.

Well, since he had no idea what else to do, he decided to just stay here for the weekend and figure how his next step. He did pay for it, after all, and it wasn't like he was going to be head-swapped again. After that, maybe he'd have a better idea of what to do.

He hoped, at least.