My job was to keep someone from being kidnapped by radicals. Actually it was the Swamp Team who were tasked with that chore. Mine was simply to gather...information and hold it for a rainy day.Jeremy went from the condo to the homeless shelter. It was in a historic looking building. "Alice you are better with the files than me, what is the story on the shelter?" I asked.It took her about two minutes during which time Jeremy drove around so that I could see all parts of the building. I could see. 'Who are you', I typed back, to which he answered, 'A friend and admirer' 'What do you want from me', I typed back in quickfire mode.'To be your friend and mentor'I watched around the room thinking, keep whoever this is active and see if anyone gives themselves away.I sat nervously, honestly thinking in the end I will probably have to have sex with him, or her, then I started to get angry with myself for getting into this situation.'Undo the top buttons of you blouse'.'Why', I replied, not. If you take out Tyler, she will rip your head off. You are the most expendable person to her because she has to pay a fee for your allegiance.’ Jeremy had not thought of that. No one else had to force her to work with them, but he did. ‘So you want to get her out this week?’ ‘We can’t because we don’t have the votes to do it. They are gunning for me and even if I have your vote, it will end in a tie. Quinn has won America’s Choice before, so her placement may be higher than mine. I would go. We allowed ourselves to believe that was it, thatour strange experience was over, then four weeks later we switchedgenders again. And so it has continued. Every four weeks, at 7pm onMonday evening in the summer - 6pm when we're on winter time - we gothrough that same amazing transformation. It's a testament to theresilience of the human spirit that we've adapted to our new situation,that it has even come to seem normal, but we're no nearer tounderstanding it now than we were on day one. Or are.