Stay as Carma and trust the pen. That's what you, er she, er you, want

You watch the bitch down another champagne and smile. Not a smirk, or a grin of malicious, calculated evil. A serene, pleasant smile of false delight. You're so comfortable pretending to support Alexandra; you have been since you grew apart at college. You think of the end game, of Holden's grasp around your body, and feel your muscles tense with desire. Not long to go now.

You were worried about something in the waiting room an hour ago, although what has slipped from your mind. Something to do with... pens, maybe? It's hard to recall. And hardly relevant. You've been slowly increasing the pressure on Alexandra since the room, adding to her neuroses, planting doubts in her mind.

Can you walk in heels and a wedding dress? Oh, don't forget your words, honey. Yes, dear, you stand over... whoops, how awful, you've fallen in the mud. Better get that white dress cleaned up or you'll look a state, won't you?

Years of revenge. All coming to fruition tonight. It's like the poem. And I sunnied it with smiles, and with soft, deceitful wiles...

You take a slow sip of the champagne, letting the fizz rush up your nose. It's almost time for the speeches, and the cake cutting, and that first, fateful dance. You glance over to Alexandra again, watching the haze in her eyes, wondering if she'll dance straight. The Scarlet Bloom sparkles as it sways with its owners tipsy motion.

Perfect, you grin. You rise, and slip over, running a fingernail briefly across Holden's neck as you pass him, to slip down next to Alexandra.

"How are we doing, Mrs Parry?" You say, so sweet and innocent, listening for a tell-tale slur. Alexandra answers with a "Wonderful, Carms", her words already drawn out: a combination of the pills and the alcohol. You grin, and step out of the marquee for fresh air. A faint memory tells you that the garden path will be a nice, isolated spot. You don't know why you think that, but you decide to take a walk there. The air is pleasant, the scent of the flowers sweet... and perhaps there's a little whiff of pot in the air, too. Maybe someone has snuck out of the reception. You turn down the path, walking round the side of the summer house, and lean up against it, laughing.

You can't resist the urge any longer. You need to slip this masquerade and grin at how perfectly the plan is going. You slip your hand into your clutch, absent-mindedly checking your cell messages while you wait for everything to unfold in the marquee. There's a strange pen inside, and you wonder where you picked it up. Why would you, Carma Hamilton, have a strange pen? Maybe you'll throw it away after the reception. You pick up the cell, and...

Oh my God! I've got snot coming out of my nose!

You turn on the camera, pointing it at yourself. Sure enough, there's a faint green trickle of slime, spilling out. Like a green suit.

What's a green suit?

A green pen... the pens. The PENS!

Without another thought of Carma's, you suddenly realize the grave danger you're in. You grab the pen and hit the white switch, cutting away Carma's beautiful head, freeing your Kurt skin. It's covered in green slime. You begin to wipe it away, scraping it off your face, wiping it against the wall you're leaning against.

Shit. A green pen means a suit that can convince its wearer they really were that person. You suddenly realize you haven't been pretending to be Carma Hamilton for the past hour; you've actually thought you were her. You need to change out of this skin and into another one, and quickly.

The problem is, you're now trapped. The reception is going on, and you're stuck in a garden, the body of Carma Hamilton, her head and perfect hair clasped in your hands. There's also no sign of anyone you could swap into quickly, let alone use to get back to the Bloom. This area is off limits, you put the order in yourself. Your only hope is that some guest decided to ignore the 'no entry' sign and sneak off from the reception for a short while, or that one of the staff is nearby, through one of the hedgerows. Either way, you've got to get out of Carma quickly - and back to steal the Bloom.

You panic and wonder what you're going to do.