Live out Gabbys life

You do your best to settle into Gabby's life. You enjoy her breakfast, tidy up the plates, and head out to campus. With her memories, the impersonation is easy: you stop off at a coffee shop on the way to pick up her usual order, and make a mental note to pick up some shampoo when you head home.

"Hey, Gabby!" There's a call from the coffee house door. You don't recognize the voice, but Gabby's memories do: it feels almost dizzying to hold the two contradictory thoughts together. Cally Roberts: Gabby's - your - friend. A smile erupts across your beautiful lips as you turn to her.

"Bonjour, Cally. We are well?" Gabrielle always greets her friend this way - Cally seems to like it rather than the English equivalent - so you do so too.

"We are! You heading to the gym?"

"Per'aps later. I just felt like wearing something comfortable today; I was heading to ze library to study for dis stupid test on Thursday."

Cally wrinkles her nose, falling into step as you both leave the coffee house. "Yeah, that's going to suck. Don't sweat it, though. You've always been at the top of the class, you'll breeze it."

"I don't feel like it," you confess. Gabby is slightly more confident than you are, of course, but her memories tell you she always crams hard before a test. Gabby would go to the library to brush up, and if you're going to 'be' her for the week, you'll have to fall in line with her habits.

"You'll be fine. Promise. So, what'cha been up to? Did you end up at that art thing you were talking about?"

"I did, it was remarkable" you nod, suppressing a grin at your description. "Art has a power to open your mind. Today, I feel like a different person."

You talk to each other all the way to campus. Gabby's life is fun, relatively carefree, and easy to slip into. Her identity is your protection - a safety net against whoever had tried to recruit you. All is going well... until you reach campus. Then a chill runs through your stolen veins.

Your mother is standing there, near the main entrance, looking a little lost. Not Gabrielle's mother - Mrs Rieu is in France after all. Your mother. Your real mother. First you feel faint, panicked and frightened. Then you feel Gabby's delicate hands tighten in anger.

The fuckers are wearing your own family, impersonating them, to track you down.

You swallow your emotions, forcing a smile across your disguised face. How did they get here? You can only assume 'Elena' identified the college sweater. Fine... they're looking for Lucy, not you. This is a test. If you can hold your nerve and impersonate Gabrielle past this infuriating impostor, you'll be able to continue in her life until you can fly out. You keep talking to Cally, trying not to look at whoever's wearing your mother's face. Of course, that's almost impossible: the harder you try not to, the more you want to stare.

"Excuse me, ladies?" Your mother's voice rings out in the morning air. You and Cally both turn, startled that you're being addressed.

"Yes?" Cally asks. You arch Gabrielle's eyebrows in quizzical interest.

"I was wondering if you could help me, I'm trying to find the administrator's office?"

Of course she is. She's trying to track down Lucy. Where else would she go? You smile warmly.

"Of course," you say, wishing you had Gabby's mannerisms to slip into as you give directions. "You head down the main path, den take a left, and it is that small red building down ze slope." You finish with a smile, even if you feel the opposite.

"Why, thank you" your mother's voice says. "You've been very helpful."

"No problem."

You and Cally begin to walk away again. You hold your breath as you walk away, and pray your masquerade - however brief - was strong enough. Inside, you're in turmoil. But even a bead of sweat or a look back could give you away...