A little dark.

"Who the fuck is she?" Stan asked Nathan.

"Hell, I don't know. Just some woman who is going to wake up very confused to be in your body. Does it matter?"

"Yes!" Stan said, his face surprised by how high his feminine voice sounded. "Not only that, where are we? Oh no, we didn't... we're in her house, aren't we?"

"We might be, yes." Nathan said nonchalantly. "I don't get why you're so worried. She won't wake up for at least twenty more minutes and she'll be a zombie for another fifteen or so. Plenty of time to get her clothes, figure a bit out about her, and go. Don't worry so much."

"What if someone comes home early or she wakes up faster? Also, I don't need to pretend to be her, but you should have at least known who she was so we could gauge if I could slip away with a new identity in her body! That doesn't work if people around her, especially her, starting making some noise about it!"

"Relax. I do know her husband isn't a big shot or anything, and neither is she. Seriously, you see this house? It's nice but its not the house of a power player. Besides, all you're doing now is worrying when we should be getting her clothes and making it look like she just skipped town."

"And her? Once she wakes up and talks, what then?"'

"What then? An obviously deranged man with brain surgery staples is claiming to be a middle-class woman. Come on."

At that, Stan stopped arguing, realizing Nathan was right.

"Okay. I'll get her clothes and you see if you can get her important papers. Make it look more convincing that she skipped."

Nathan smiled.

"Finally, you're using your brain."

"Fuck you." Stan said. At that, Nathan just laughed and went looking for those documents as Stan went upstairs. He had a wardrobe to loot.