A mysterious smog had fallen over the lake some time ago. Mark and I sit here at the bank shivering. We are sitting as close together as possible without getting too weird, after all, he is me and I am him - or rather he was me and I was him. Well, at least before that lady gave me that terrible, wonderful drink.
Don’t get me wrong! I love the way I look but it’s hardly worth freezing to death. I lied; it definitely is, but I wouldn’t admit it aloud. The more I speak with my former self the more I see these glaring differences.