You were at a loss to do anything else. As far as you could figure, you were just dropped right into Emily's life. What was going on with your body? With your life?
You have to trudge through Emily's belongings, but you eventually manage to find a phone. You quickly dial your own number, tapping your foot anxiously as it rings back into your ear. You were afraid you'd get sent to the answering machine, until the rings are interrupted by the click of someone answering.
"H-hello?" a nervous, and immensely familiar voice repeats back into the receiver. Its your voice, although different somehow. Is that what you sound like to other people?
...Well dip, where do you go from here?
"...Hey. This is Emily. Kind of. Sort of."
There's a pause on the other line until the voice speaks back.
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