The pain was slowly subsiding. Too slowly for my taste, but what could I do? “Can I at least take something for this headache?”

You could, she replied. Not that it’ll do any good.

“Wonderful. Okay, let’s start basic. Who the hell are you?”

I’m… God, how do I describe myself? Wait! I’ve got an idea. I could hear sounds like someone rummaging around in their attic. Even to the point of hearing wood scraping on wood, like moving a large dresser.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Reorganizing.

“Re…”

Look, it’s the easiest way for me to get a grip on being in a new body. I visualize the brain as a big storage area. Unfortunately, I’ve never been the most organized person, she said, somewhat sheepishly.

“Well, at least we have something in common.” I laughed. The headache was easing.

Tell me about it. You’ve got memories that haven’t seen daylight in years!

“Hey!”

Not being nosey. Just saying… Ah! Here he go! I hear a chest opening. I could smell cedar. Okay, get ready for a ride…