Interrupted by magic

A name pops in your mind. Unfamiliar, yet it seems like the right answer. Your lips part and you take in a breath to speak.

Suddenly a door opens in the wall rimmed in blue light, she is motionless and solid, like stone. A deep brown skinned feminine hand with black tattoos all over it reaches out of the blackness of the doorway toward you. A commanding but soft voice calls out, “No, don’t say your name. You aren’t safe here. I know what has happened to you, the body swap, trust me. Take my hand. The spell I used to stop time only lasts a few seconds. The demons are going to swallow your soul if you don’t come with me. Quickly.”

The hand is there. The new memories are coming in with the name, school, home, life with the former you as a parent. Yet it all feels false in a way. As if hearing this new voice is helping to cut through the illusion. Did they lie? Does anyone else even know you aren’t home?