Mystery at the Brainwashing Facility

Body One

You awaken slowly at first, enjoying the softness of the sheets and pillow, turning back over to avoid the day’s business and find refuge in a comforting spot. Drifting back down into that state between dreaming and consciousness, visions of a beautiful woman float through your mind. Her long brown hair conceals her face, but you feel a deep love for this person. You smile as you begin to fully awaken, but as you flutter your eyes open to let in the first morning light, something seems off.

Your thoughts turn to the business of the day, which is…nothing. Not that you have nothing to do, but that you don’t even know what you’re supposed to do today. As you search your mind for answers, it gets worse. You don’t know where you are…or even who you are.

You peek over the sheets to see what looks like a middling hotel room. There’s a TV, dresser, and window… with a stranger staring at you.

It is in fact, just a mirror, but it takes you a full thought to realize it. You don’t recognize the person, yourself, – a cut 20-something with a dark complexion. You pinch your cheeks to make sure that you are indeed one and the same.

You are. You recoil at the confirmation. Did you drink so much last night that you have lost all memory? While it looks like a hotel room, the main door is glass and you can see straight through to the hallway. Probably some kind of rehab center you try to assure your new unfamiliar self.

It’s at this point you realize you’re completely naked under the sheets and a sudden vulnerability creeps over. You head to the dresser to find some clothes and it’s empty. Every single drawer is empty. You feel an onset of panic, but it’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

Grabbing a sheet from the bed, you construct an awkward makeshift toga by the time a girl appears on the other side of the door. If not so distracted by your current predicament, you would have noticed that she’s gorgeous – a slim Latina in boiler suit. She’s carrying a tray of what looks to be a standard continental breakfast.

She reaches to open the door but stops when she sees you in your new clothes. You make eye contact.