Body CrawlThe rose-pink light of dusk fell over the hollows of my eyes. I watched the last of the morning winter snows melt away into sleet and frost, the mist settling like a hush over the world. Warmth spread through my chest, and my heartbeat fluttered like a bird's, content. I lifted my fingers to rest my hand soft against my cheekbones, to lean against my palm and sigh as the day drew to a close. For a moment, everything stood still. My hand was three-fingered, and plum blue. My first thought was bruising or frostbite from the snow. Was I going to freeze to death? In panic, I looked down at my wrist. It was blue. In the fading light, I stared down at my body, and wanted to faint. My pulse beat against my ribs in panic. My skin was dark blue, and covered in strange scars and symbols, like primitive tattoos."This is a dream." I pinched the blue skin my blue skin hard. I ran my fingertips over the marks. They seemed to cover every inch of me. I spun around in shock, and heard a
Fallout"You have the pistol to my forehead, you have the control here.""I do. So I'm going to ask you again, why do you look like me?""Put the gun down and we can talk about it. Ok, ok, easy. Easy. I don't know what happened. I don't know why I look like you and you look like me.""That's not a good enough answer.""Please, please! I didn't do anything! I woke up like looking like you.""No. You don't look like me. You are I and I'm you. Our bodies anyway. Certainly not intellectually or mentally, but physically, yes. Get up.""What are you going to do to me?""I'm going to get my body back. But I have some questions first, about this
world you live in. Sit. What year is it?""Two thousand and twelve.""What place is this?""Nanaimo. That's in Canada.""Canada? It was annexed by the United States of America
but no, perhaps not yet. Tell me, do you know who I am?""Yes. I don't know why you're here or how. But I know you.""Go on then, enlighten me.""You're the Courier.