Penny thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep on the hard floor of the cell, but exhaustion won out, and she began her first full night as a prisoner with a strange, lucid dream. Not of her sister this time, but of a strange place of stone walls, high ceilinged rooms, and tight corridors where she was sure no human would fit. In the dream, she was not human, but something else.
She watched the floor as she ran, saw oversized gray feet slap against the stone and oversized gray hands swinging from stick thin gray arms.
She’d seen feet and hands like that before.
She was a homunculus.
She heard voices but didn’t understand the words they were speaking. She wondered if she’d lost the ability to understand English when she’d switched bodies, then decided that probably wasn’t the problem. The
