Two in the morning on the Island.Raining. No power. I was alone at the guard post.I'm El. Just a guard.The radio crackled: "El, Sir Elias Montenegro's boat is sinking at the other cove."I ran. I saw him — Sir Elias Montenegro, the resort owner, soaked, going under."El, help me."I pulled him. And as I pulled, I slipped. One huge wave took us both.We sank. Face to face.But only one body floated up.I woke up in a room. Not the barracks. Expensive. I stared at the mirror — it wasn't me.I was in a suit. And on the bed, Selene.Inside my head, a voice: "Who are you? Why are you in my body? I'm Elias!"On the table, a note I didn't write: "Whoever you are in my body, don't touch Selene. I'm Elias. I'm in your body now on the island. Let's pretend. Please."Two people. One body.