Mercy Jane made him sit down on the bed. She avoided looking in the mirror on the dresser because what she would see there would make her sick to her stomach.

She had to get back.

At first, she didn’t know what the hell was happening to her. She’d thought she was dreaming, drunk (although she only drank once a year) or going mad. The last option was chilling because she remembered Martha’s twin Mary who’d died in The Fire when Mercy Jane was a little girl. Aunt Martha never talked about Mary. While she was awake.

The realization of what was actually happening was a relief. It was simple really. And oh so complicated.

Mercy Jane Elder was jumping around in time.

When she realized the connection to the people that she jumped into, it encouraged her to persevere. There was a reason that this was happening. There was such a wondrous plan for her. She chuckled and fell back on the bed.

The timbre of his voice startled her; she would never get used to hearing someone else when she spoke.

Mercy Jane reached up and stoked the full beard that grew out of the face she was behind. The answer was coming to her, and she felt the answer on the edge of her mind.

She heard the rain begin outside of the window. Standing up slowly, she sighed and moved to it, careful not to wake up his bed-partner. She did not want to awaken that situation again. It had been awkward, but curious, fun.

She looked out through the downpour and looked at the lights. So beautiful. From up here, the city didn’t seem as strange, smelly, and monstrous as it did when she was on the street.

The water flowing down the glass directed her thoughts and suddenly, she came to it. Of course!

Mercy Jane’s excitement made his heart race and his chocolate brown face to stretch into a grin.

She took his body into the bathroom to get ready. When his head came up from the sink basin, she inadvertently glanced at him in the mirror, she became disoriented again.

She bent his head as the waves of nausea rippled through her. She forgot what she had recently remembered, and all of the lives she had experienced came back to confuse her.

Mercy Jane almost forgot who she really was. Then, rememberance of existing inside him crashed over her as the nausea left on the tide. But for a minute, that was all she remembered. That she was not one, but two.

She stared in the mirror. Brown skin so like her own, a smile she had always loved. Hazel eyes that were new to her.

“Now, where are we and where do we go from here?”

He asked. But Mercy Jane wanted to know the answer.

That’s when all hell broke loose in the next room.

#blogpost “Where Do We Go From Here? #speculativefiction #sciencefiction
(Time gets away from me 😉