As I finish off one last soldier, I drop my helmet and suck in the cold air, that reeks of blood and sweat. Suddenly my world splits in half. A bright...flash obscures my vision, and when I can finally see again, I find I am on my knees, with a spear that is covered with blood is protruding from my own chest.A man is pacing around me, sword drawn. He walks with an exaggerated limp. I wonder if I did that to him. He looked at me and spits on my face."Spartan bastard. Our people have never wronged. The textbooks for the History test that he had asked her over to study for sat closed on the table between them."Roar!" John glanced over, startled, to see a guy wearing a T-rex costume standing by a table across the cafe. The costume featured a T-rex mask that looked like it offered no visibility for the wearer (and probably also concealed some fancy voice-changing gear; that roar sounded pretty unnatural), along with arm restraints that kept his wrists against his chest and gloves that kept. "The couple studied the statue for a moment, June admired the artist's fine attention to detail. It looked like the nymph was crouching on a grassy stream bank covered in fallen leaves. A few leaves hung suspended in the nymph's long hair that cascaded around her bare shoulders and down to her pert breasts. But the wings were most impressive. They were small, like butterfly wings attached to the nymph's back. Somehow the artist had managed to make the stone wings appear ethereal, almost see. On the ID it said Sadie Wilson and an address. My address now. That waswho I am. I kept coming back to that. I knew it wasn't true, that Ishould fight against this and try to regain my life. I should denouncethe impostor in my place and go home, but there was something stoppingme.Fear? Was I afraid they would reject me? That they would lock me up? Ididn't know.Surely it wasn't...No.No, I rejected that completely.That at some level I wanted to stay like this... To BE Sadie Wilson.I shook my.