Strange things afoot . . .

“Officer Jackson Brown, come and be among us now!” she said loudly, “use my body as your vessel! Speak through me!” she yelled. Suddenly, the lights in the room dimmed. Murmurs rose from the audience. This was weird. The woman at the front of the room began to jerk and spasm about a little bit, just as one of Jonny’s vessels would upon being possessed. “Brown says he was a tool,” the woman declared as she jittered and jiggled about, “he says the true killer is still among us. Here now!” she said. Jonny had no way of knowing whether anybody believed any of this. They probably didn’t; how could they? But he knew the truth. And somehow this woman was sniffing around it within minutes of showing up. Leah’s eyebrows arched in surprise as she beheld the spectacle before her.

Suddenly, Jonny began to get very intense headache. The pain seemed to **** its way upon his otherwise calm and peaceful mind. Jonny held his host’s hand to his head in an effort to quell the pain. Suddenly, he began to sweat. Within a couple minutes, sweat was rolling off Leah’s head and soaking her uniform as it made its way down to her bountiful cleavage. Jonny tried to fan himself, but he just kept getting hotter. Suddenly, a loud growl could be heard. Jonny looked down to see that the source of the growl was his host’s belly! “There you are,” came Lena’s voice. But the voice was not from Lena in front of the room . . . it was instead from Lena and inside Jonny’s head! “IIIIII foooounnnnd youuuuuuu,” came the taunting voice of the woman searing her way into Jonny’s mind. Jonny’s host body began to shake, to tremble. “Lady, you all right?” said the heavy set man beside Jonny. “Ye—yeah I’m . . . . I’m f—fine,” Jonny stammered as he tried to calm himself. What was wrong with him. “You keep telling yourself that, little one,” came Lena’s voice again, still audible only to Jonny. Jonny stood and tried to quietly make his way out of the room on his borrowed body’s trembling lets. He wiped sweat from his eyes. As he closed the door behind him, he began to make his way through the people milling about in the public area, which he had to get through to make it to the restroom.

Jonny staggered through the station, sick and shaking inside Leah’s body. Jonny bumped into someone and looked up. “S—sorry,” he stammered. The person he had bumped into was Alice—the heavy-set sixty-something receptionist from before. As Jonny looked into her eyes, he noticed something different. They glowed a bright purple! “I hope nobody figures out it was you,” she said, “that’d be awkward. Jonny pushed right past her, determined to calm himself. As he neared the restroom door, someone tapped him on the shoulder. He shakily turned around to one of the convicts handcuffed and dressed in a jumpsuit looking into her eyes. “What would everyone think?” he asked her, his eyes filled with the purple glow too. “Shut up!” Jonny said as he turned and hurried on. As small boy crossed his path as he held his mother’s hand. “Better hope nobody tells the chief,” the boy said, his eyes unnatural as well, and then he walked on. Jonny found his way to the restroom and **** his way in.

Inside Leah, he staggered up to the mirror and beheld his frazzled visage. Sweat rolled down the face of his host body. It looked tired, worn. “You’re not supposed to be in there, are you?” came Lena’s voice again, “No, no I don’t think you are.” Jonny examined his body in the mirror. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head, “Arrrrrgh!” he screamed. When he opened his eyes, he saw, not Leah’s reflection in the mirror for a second, but rather Jack’s. He closed his eyes again, thinking his eyes deceived him. When he opened the again, it was his current vessel looking back at him, but the reflection had a mind of its own. “Did I give you permission to possess me?” Leah’s reflection demanded of Jonny, “I have crimes to solve, and I want you out!” she screamed. Jonny blinked again and looked back—all seemed normal. “What the fuck is happening?!” Jonny called out. Jonny’s vessel then disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Jonny reappeared far away on a mountaintop west of town. It was peaceful here, and one could look out over the city. Jonny lay on the ground as he slowly regained his strength, recovering from the influence of whatever it was that had **** its way into his mind and so interfered with his ability to keep control of his vessel. He sat on his knees, panting. “What the fuck was that?!” he yelled to himself. “Get down here and explain yourself, you old fuck!” Jonny yelled at the top of his host’s lungs. There was a sudden clap of thunder from above.

“You bellowed, my child,” said the Old Man’s raspy voice as he now stood before Jonny in his hat and trench coat. Jonny looked up at him as though he had just survive a fight. “I did,” Jonny confirmed, “because some gypsy bitch has waaay too much power. I rumbled with her, and she damn near **** me out of this meat suit. You know how hard it is to kick me out of a body?! Is there something you forgot to fucking tell me?!” Jonny demanded.