F.R.Theory/Press 1 for Yes
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| - | As you open your eyes and the room starts to focus you realize you are no longer in the class room. | + | As you open your eyes and the room starts to focus you realize you are no longer in the class room. You're standing a in a kitchen by a sink that has a little window just above it. There are two children sitting at the table eating and a woman is talking to you. You look down at your hand and it looks completely unfamiliar to you. You see a wedding band on it. |
| - | The woman who is talking to you must be the wife of | + | The woman who is talking to you must be the wife of the person whose body you are in. In a daze, you turn toward the woman. |
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As you press button number 1 you feel like your whole body is being thrown forward and the room begins to blur as if the room is rushing by you.
The room fades to black.
As you open your eyes and the room starts to focus you realize you are no longer in the class room. You're standing a in a kitchen by a sink that has a little window just above it. There are two children sitting at the table eating and a woman is talking to you. You look down at your hand and it looks completely unfamiliar to you. You see a wedding band on it.
The woman who is talking to you must be the wife of the person whose body you are in. In a daze, you turn toward the woman.
“what? I’m sorry what did you say?” you respond.
<<Thunk>> She responds with a hard punch to your gut.
You gasp for air. In haze you hear her say, “You never fucking listen to me, Juan”
"Juan? Who is Juan?" You think as you steady yourself with one hand on the sink.
Clearly, she has no concern for your, or rather, Juan’s wellbeing. You can tell this isn’t the first time she’s thrown a punch at Juan. The kids look up, startled but say nothing as if they are afraid that the next punch the woman throws will be at them.
Not knowing what to do or how to get back to your own life you have to decide what to do.
