Chapter 4

• “Anna, how do you feel? Are you ready to tell us what happened back then?” The doctor asked. Behind him were two more people – one man and one woman, both about to be in their early 50s and wearing branded clothes.
• Andrea could almost feel the skin on her arms standing as she watched the middle-aged woman walk to her side, gently touching her like some child, “I don’t think Anna is in a good state to answer your questions, doctor. We don’t give her some more time?”
• “No. We’ve given her enough time. Let her speak if she can. It will make the process faster,” the man standing by the doctor’s side coldly said.
• “Darling—”
• “Anna has been here for three days. She has rested enough. Let her talk so we don’t have to come here again and again.”
• The doctor cleared his throat and smiled, “Mr. Johnson is right. Besides, not all children receive this kind of treatment. Anna here has the best room and service the hospital can possibly offer. Of course, everything was done by her parents. You love your daughter so much and every one of us here can see.”
• The woman next to Andrea was pleased by the remark, “Of course, we are Anna’s parents so this is only right. Who would love her just as much as we do? In this world, we’re the ones who can love her the most.”
• “She’s so blessed to have such wonderful parents,” the doctor commented with a wider smile.
• “Are you all done?” Andrea suddenly said.
• The looks on ‘her’ parents’ faces were incredibly strange. The doctor, for one, couldn’t help but look at Andrea as if he had seen a ghost.
• Andrea calmly looked at each of them. “I feel better, doctor, however, I think I do have a problem.”
• “W-What is it? Does it hurt anywhere? Is it your head? Your heart?” Mrs. Johnson asked in worry.
• “No, no. I forgot,” Andrea said.
• The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “Forgot? Are you perhaps referring to the incident when you drowned and almost died?”
• Andrea nodded and hummed inside. So the body she was currently occupying, Anna Johnson, had died from drowning while she, Andrea Michaelis, died out of suffocation from a fire breakout? Parallel, opposite ways of dying but equally sad for sure.
• “Not only that, doctor. I think I lost my memories,” Andrea said.
• “I mean all of it. I don’t remember anything about myself and my life.”
• **
• “How, How can this be possible? We did everything to protect her but look what happened. She lost all her memories!” Mrs. Johnson cried while looking at her husband.
• Mr. Johnson swept a cold glance over Andrea. “Is that the truth?”
• The corner of Andrea’s lips twitched. She cleared her throat and looked down, acting more submissively, “Yes, father.”
• Mr. Johnson froze. ‘Father’? When did Anna ever call him that? Did she really lose her memories?
• The doctor felt embarrassed and intervened. “I think we need to do another diagnosis. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, can you come with me for a second, please?”
• Andrea watched as ‘her’ parents walked out with the doctor. The moment the door closed, she let out a huge, deep sigh.
• She died. She really died. And now, for some strange or magical reason, her soul happened to have been transferred to another person’s body.
• Her name was Anna Johnson. She was eighteen and a daughter of Mister and Madam Johnson.
• Andrea scoffed. “Lovely parents, huh...” The two said people were acting funny earlier to be regarded as lovely or wonderful. Andrea could already guess there was something else going on in their house.
• Setting that problem to the side, Andrea stood up and began to search around the room. After a while, she came back and placed the items she found inside the toilet. They were all bugs – visual and hearing recorders all of which were the size of a finger or smaller.
• “Too much for being wonderful,” Andrea mumbled to herself as she flushed them all down.