Your mom Shawna visits

It was a bit strange to be there when the door opened and in walked the woman you knew was DJ's mom (well, the original DJ) who knew nothing about the operation and was, as far as she was concerned, visiting her son who had been in a coma for the past 3 weeks due to hitting his head hard in a traffic accident. What you had learned from Jordan was pretty spot on: Shawna Reynolds was a single mom, devoted to her son, and very much a sweetheart. You had images in your head of a stereotypical single woman but while Shawna was very much the living embodiment of that lifestyle, she was also everything that your own mother had not been. She was kind, soft-spoken, caring, considerate, and very loving to her child.

VERY loving, apparently.

She walked over to you bedside and smiled softly, the look of relief in her eyes as you glanced up at her. "Hey Baby..." she whispered softly, reaching out and brushing your check. "How you doing?"

You somehow knew (from your memories, well...DJ's memories) that she was a hugger and loved physical intimacy with people. He hadn't been one to engage in closeness and usually held her off with cursory hugs. Somehow, even though she enjoyed the effort, the lack of closeness had been a sore spot of sorts for her. You knew, from accessing his memories, that their living conditions were poor, a single bedroom, sharing a bed, that often made things difficult at best for keeping space to one's self.

Luckily, you were the opposite.

"I'm okay..." you replied with a warm smile and reached out, taking her hand and gently tugging at her to lean forward. She gasped in surprise and then wrapped her arms gently around you, pulling you into a warm hug and embrace. "Thanks, ma..."

"Oh baby, no need to thank me for a hug..." she replied but warmly let go and started to move next to a chair before you grasped her hand and gently pulled her back down to sitting next to you. "Baby?"

"I figured I might as well start adapting," you replied with a small laugh, something Jordan had mentioned to you in passing. You were now DJ Crews, yes, but you couldn't also adapt your life as Steven Meadows to this new reality.