Atticus woke up to the sound of a very annoying alarm. This was immediately weird, as he didn’t set alarms, and also he didn’t know how to do that on his flip phone. He opened his eyes to a ceiling that wasn’t Elaine’s and looked over at a phone that wasn’t his. It was 8:00am. Practically the middle of the night. Was he at Adrian’s? Anywhere else he remembered being at the night before? No. This place was new. Atticus rubbed his eyes in case he wasn’t seeing things correctly, and felt eyelids that were different. He looked down on hands that weren’t his. He jumped out of bed and searched the house for the bathroom, and when he found it, he stared into the reflection that wasn’t his.
He couldn’t figure out this woman’s password, or how to navigate her phone other than to finally turn off the alarm. Atticus searched for other clues around her apartment as to who she was, maybe where she worked. He found a badge on the counter and a lab coat hanging up, and surmised she must be at the police station doing…science? That didn’t make sense, but it wasn’t him doing the science cop work. At least, he hoped not. Atticus skipped the lab coat but grabbed the badge and headed down to the police station. Maybe this person would be there and he could get some answers.
Walking into the station, he was overwhelmed. Multiple people all running around in a frenzy, and only one person that practically stress-yelled that he should be down at the lab. Should he? Okay, so she was a science cop. Maybe he should have brought the coat. Atticus followed signs down and arrived at the morgue doorway, gingerly opening the heavy door. He saw an empty room, save for a large man in the corner. “Oh, sorry,” he used his unfamiliar higher pitched voice, and felt a chill run up his spine as the man turned to him with eyes that looked through him, then faded out of existence. “What the fuck,” Atticus said aloud. Weirder still, he heard the unmistakable sound of hooves–his hooves, by the trained sound of it, running down the hall. And then, his bleat. He whipped around and opened the door to see a goat. Him as a goat. “What? Who are you?”
Ulani was eternally grateful that the Seelie fae twins seemed to have a telepathic sort of connection, otherwise, she didn’t know what Steffi would have done with a goat in her apartment, given her reputation. It still didn’t help the fact that she was still a goat with no idea how to turn herself back. A goat walking about Traceless wasn’t exactly a common phenomenon, but with supernatural folk walking about, it wasn’t something that really warranted a lot of attention, either. Her first priority was to at least try to inform someone at the police station, maybe try to file a complaint. There was bound to be someone there who could read minds or form telepathic connections with animals or something. It was a bit farfetched, but she couldn’t just sit around when someone else could be inhabiting her body. The station was in obvious disarray, so she figured her best course of action was to get into the laboratory from the back entrance. She looked around at the empty morgue before making her way into the laboratory. She bleated for help, but that only seemed to scare the lab staff and make them run away. She huffed and stomped her hooves angrily when she heard a familiar voice. She turned her head quickly and was shocked to find herself. “Who the fuck are you?” she bleated.
