Darkness and a calm rhythm of breaths, the dampness of drool on a pillow resting against his face. These are all sensations Damien was experiencing as he woke up, at least he thinks he's woken up. His body isn’t moving when he tells it to yet his left arm was. Trying to ground himself not sure what's going on, his hand moves around his surroundings trying to feel something familiar. For certain he knew he was on a bed however when he felt his own body it was much more plump and squishy. Damien’s hand moves from legs, to chest, to face “Did I gain weight?” he spoke quizzically but realized his mouth wasn't moving when he spoke either. Feeling the top of his head he realized his hair felt longer as well and suddenly the body he was touching began to shift around the bed. 

“Mm… Caleb, not right now I’m sleepy…” Beau spoke groggily swatting her own hand away from her messy unbrushed hair. Damien was stunned at the sudden feminine voice leaving his mouth.

“Hello..?” He called out unsure and somewhat frightened of what was happening. But she didn’t respond just slipped right back asleep. Suddenly realizing that this might be a bigger issue than what he originally thought he tries to shake her body awake.

“What?” She whined under her breath trying to turn away from the shaking only for reality to slowly set in. Beau’s eyes finally flicker open allowing Damien to see something other than darkness. “Who’s there?” Suddenly frightened Damien could feel her heart beating rapidly. 

“Who are you?” Damien asks making himself known, unsure if she could even hear him. Beau practically jumps out of her skin at the deep voice without a source. 

“W-where are you?” She speaks back, looking around the room in a panic.

“I think, inside you? I’m not sure what's happening” Damien attempted to speak in a calm voice but he was just as confused if not more. 

“Christ, I’ve finally lost it…” Beau went frozen trying to think of a rational explanation. “The machine must’ve given me head trauma, I should see a doctor or maybe a shrink?” Her mind tried to come up with some kind of plan of action but she was more concerned about how this would affect her job performance seeing as she's already woke up extremely late in the afternoon on a workday. 

“Look I have no idea what's happening but my name is Damien Hale and I-” Her sudden movements cut off his train of thought. She quickly sprints over to the other side of her room and grabs her purse. “What are you doing?” Damien seemed a little panicked when she pulled out a phone. It seems like Beau isn’t able to move her left arm so she struggled to take it out. 

“Nope this isn’t happening I need to call someone,” She says out loud practically hyperventilating at this point. But as soon as he sees her dial 911 he smacks the phone out of her hand. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing?!” Damien exclaimed holding her own hand back from grabbing it. She's practically fighting herself, on her knees trying to free herself from her own grip but it was pointless. “Would you please listen to me! You aren’t crazy but calling emergency services in this situation is only going to cause trouble, do you understand?” She finally stopped struggling to just lay there on the floor in defeat. The left hand still tightly holding onto her right, as Beau’s wide eyes processed the situation more, things began to click together. 

“Mr. Hale?” She breathed out heart thumping out of control. The way she said his name and the clothes she was wearing, began to replay yesterday's events in his mind. Suddenly feeling way more embarrassed knowing he’s in her body than just a stranger but also somewhat relieved knowing he didn't have to hide anything work-related from her. His grip on her wrist begins to loosen.

“Ms. Baez? Do you know what’s happening?” Damien asked slowly knowing she is an inventor, she must know what happened to cause this. 

“No! No, you aren’t real, you are just a little voice in my head because I’m stressed and mentally unwell!” Beau argued stubbornly but Damien started waving her own hand in front of her face.

“Then how come I can move your arm while you can’t?” he tries to reason with her but it only freaks her out more, she begins to feel a panic attack start to come on. Damien however has never had a panic attack so he’s a bit unsure why he feels so overwhelmed and has shortness of breath.

“Prove it then, tell me something I don’t know!” She shouts out with a trembling voice. Damien thinks for a moment, unsure of what she does and doesn’t know but his best bet is to just go with something about himself. 

“My birthday is on Christmas, I’m 27 years old, and I lost my right leg a year ago” He hoped that would be enough to convince her. But then Beau’s mind raced back to when her coworkers told her about him killing a lot of people with no remorse, she wonders if that's when he lost his leg. She shakes her head trying to remove any thoughts of those rumors, that's how she got herself in this mess in the first place. 

“How do I know my mind isn’t just making these up cause of those stupid rumors?!” Beau tries to think rationally, if Damien was actually in her head because her own curiosity got the best of her, she’d never be able to live down that guilt. Damien became deep in thought trying to think of something but then it hit him. 

“My penthouse! My body should still be there since I live alone!” Damien shouts in the excitement of his own memory faceplanting onto the floor. Beau’s face went pale but her panic attack began to subside, if he could name the real Mr. Hale’s address then this is real. She caused this to happen, it's all her fault that he may never return to his own body. 

“Oh god…” She buries her face in her knees feeling a wave of despair begin to set in. “Mr. Hale I am so sorry…” She sighed in defeat, slumping her shoulder down. 

“I don’t understand, do you know what happened?” Damien was excited at the idea of an explanation but felt the anxiety tingle up her spine giving him an unnerving feeling about it. 

“Last night while working late by myself I may have tested the POV Machine on myself and when thinking of a target I thought of you…” Damien couldn’t help but become happy at the idea that she thought of him even if it did lead to something awful. “I swear I thought the most it did was give me a headache, it showed no signs of working at all!” It seemed like she was trying to convince herself than Damien, seeing as he showed no signs of anger or disappointment towards the situation in fact he wasn’t responding at all. “I don’t know how to get you back but I promise I won't rest until I fix this!” Beau sounded so determined to not let this completely spoil her boss’s trust in her. 

“I believe you.” Damien sounded almost amused at how all over the place she was. Just a moment before he thought she was on the brink of passing out and now she's trying to piece together a plan to bring him hope. “First things first, I’d like for us to get to my body, make sure I’m still breathing and all that.” A sigh escapes him, slightly worried if this will be an easy fix.

“Right! Let's go!” And just like that, Beau ran out the door, almost thankful she passed out with her shoes on. With the same clothes she had on yesterday all wrinkled around her body, her half-up hair tangled with loose strands flying out the elastic band, and the leftover makeup that survived the night before was bound to turn her face into a pepperoni pizza. Choosing to ignore her wants and needs, guilt continues to push her forward as she rushes into her car almost forgetting to put on her air purifier.  After getting directions from Damien she found herself in a very rich-looking neighborhood. Suddenly feeling out of place with her cheap ground car amongst the fancy hovering ones, she parks, and races inside until the vacuum-sealed doors shut behind her, allowing her to remove her mask. Damien quickly gives her the combination for the elevator to get to his floor and she's finally able to take a breath as she waits for it to hit the top number. “So…” She looks down at the floor feeling a little awkward at the sudden silence. 

“So?” Damien’s figurative eyebrow would have been raised in that instance.

“So what exactly is it like in my head?” Beau asks curiously while staring at her warped reflection in the elevator door. 

“I don’t know exactly how to explain it, but if I were in my own body it's how I feel in yours, just less control.” Moving his fingers in front of her face as if they were both amazed by the circumstances. “It seems I can feel everything you feel all of your senses and how your body reacted to different situations but I don’t think I can hear your thoughts so at least you get a little bit of privacy” She sighs in relief at his words. “What about you? How do you feel about me being in here?” He lowers his hand to her side waiting for her to process a response. 

“Stressful?” Beau laughs nervously as she fiddles with the strap on her bag. “You’re louder than my own thoughts and I’m scared my body will do something out of my control and embarrass me” Running a hand through her hair an awkward smile on her face appears. “I can’t feel my left arm now that you have control so it's weird being completely numb yet still having it move around.” She explains rubbing the tingling numbness of that arm, it felt almost like touching someone else's skin.

“I’m sorry, I know this must be uncomfortable for you” Damien hates the look she was giving herself in the reflection, shameful, guilty, embarrassed, this is not how he imagined talking to someone outside of work for the first time would go. 

“It’s not your fault sir, I shouldn’t have tested something on myself that wasn’t ready and I certainly shouldn’t have dragged you into it.” Her apologetic smile was the last thing he saw of her before the doors opened revealing the inside of his home. Beau walks in amazed at the beautiful decor and tall ceiling. Feeling herself gawk she shakes her head to concentrate on the task at hand. “So where did you pass out?” She walks forward while looking around for any sign of the collapsed giant that is her boss. 

“Should be in the living room.” But Beau was already standing in the living room, the only evidence left from his fall was a whisky stain on his pristine white carpet. When Beau was about to question the scene at hand, she hears a loud shriek behind her. She whips her head around to see an old pacific islander woman with long gray hair at the top of the steps. A door nearby bursts open to a short old man that looks close to the woman's age. He looked around in a panic until his eyes locked on Beau, quickly grabbing the fire poker next to the fireplace and holding it in a fighting stance. 

“Shit, what are they doing here?! Damien groaned lowly as if he was talking to himself.

“You some kind of thief?!” He questioned stepping closer looking ready to swing at any moment. 

“W-who are you people?” Beau trembled while putting her hands up in surrender. 

“You aren’t allowed to ask the questions here thief! Think you can just walk in here and take whatever you want eh?!” The woman yelled angrily as she ran down the stairs to her husband's side, she was much taller in comparison.

“They’re my parents, if you say you know me, maybe they’ll tell you where I am” Damien spoke slow and calmly so Beau wouldn’t freak out again. 

“I-I’m here for Damien! Is he here…?” Beau spoke more timidly now than she did before, hoping she didn’t just break into some poor couple's home because a voice in her head said to. 

“What?” The woman looked confused, walked closely invading Beau’s personal space. “You’re makeup and hair is messy” She begins circling her like a vulture. “Little overweight as well, that's surprising…” she stops in front of her finally, Beau feeling more and more exposed as she dissected her insecurities. “I know he had a very private life but I didn’t expect him to be attracted to a woman like you, how long have you been seeing each other?” Those words brought intrigue to her husband but horror to Damien.

“Kill me now…” He whimpered wishing this nightmare would just end already. Panic swept through Beau’s head but she thought about the long-term benefits this might have in the future, weighing the pros and cons of the next words to leave her mouth.

“Uh… Few months?” Beau laughed awkwardly knowing it might be easier to get information on Damien’s body if she asked as a girlfriend than as a coworker or a friend. Though judging by the embarrassed and confused noises Damien was making she knew she might have crossed a line by doing so.

“Ah… Young love…” The older man sighed happily finally relaxing his stance and putting down the poker. “You know I always thought he’d never meet anyone, he was always too shy to talk to anyone growing up” He chuckled to himself picturing young Damien again and how much he must’ve grown without them even realizing. “Where are my manners, I am so sorry for that first impression, My name is Tane, this is my wife Kiana” With an arm wrapped around Kiana he offers his other to shake which Beau accepts nervously.

“I’m Beau, it’s nice to finally meet you” She shakes his hand firmly but once she let go she noticed he had to wipe his hand on his pants cause of how clammy her hands were. Mortified she feels her face grow hotter every second time passes standing in this home despite the chilly temperature. 

“I’m assuming you aren’t aware of the situation Damien’s in right now, then?” She raised an eyebrow while looking over this nervous pool of sweat standing in front of her. 

“Situation? No, I can’t say I know what you’re talking about, heh.” Beau’s cheeks begin to hurt from all this fake smiling. 

“Damien had an awful spill, doctor’s think he hit his head on the corner of this table, knocking him out” Kiana placed a hand over her heart, tears forming in her eyes. “If we didn’t call him when we did he could’ve still been laying here and no one would’ve known.” Tane gives her a comforting side hug as he picks up where she left off.