Wh-what is this…? I-I have brown hair?…I'm… skinny? My eyes….they're blue…? Oh…. I get it… I'm a different man….
"Grœtçamecapłō, sumñañidêca divlarp?"
Huh…? There's a hand on my shoulder, who could that be? I guess I'll check. I turn my head, slowly and hesitantly. It's the same old lady. Why's she come to me again… how was she so fast? Actually, maybe I'm just slow in this weak body…
She looks worried, but not scared. More like….empathetic? As I was thinking this, she reached into her pocket and gave me a tissue.
Ah….oh… I get it… I'm crying. Why wouldn't I be? How couldn't I notice? How long have I been crying, then? I touched my cheek with my free hand, and it was wet. It was wet and salty, it felt like touching the bottom of the sea.
Then, a dam broke, I can't stop crying… I can't…. Stop….. cry…ing…
I opened my eyes, I was in a house. What? Was that all a dream? I looked around to notice the medieval architecture, and realized I wasn't back. I was still here.
I touched my body. It felt slender, and weak. I guess I'm still here then, huh?