Anna walked forward and backward in the new room, her brain dashing. The discussion with James had left her with additional inquiries than responds to. How should something so unthinkable be occurring? She expected to see him, to affirm that this wasn't some intricate trick or a common fancy.
She looked around the room again, taking in the subtleties. The walls were painted a quieting shade of blue, and an outlined scene painting hung over the little work area. A shelf fixed with books she didn't perceive grabbed her eye. The room was clean, coordinated, and emphatically not her own.
After a speedy shower and an endeavor to figure out the new dress in the storage room, Anna chose to wander outside. She expected to find James and sort out an arrangement. The clamoring city roads welcomed her as she ventured out into the fresh morning air.
Anna instinctually explored toward the recognizable tourist spots of her own area, yet everything appeared to be unique from this new vantage point. The roads appeared to be more occupied, and individuals passing by were new faces. It was like she had been dropped into her very own equal rendition world.
Yet again as she strolled, she dialed James' number, wanting to get headings to their gathering place. He replied on the main ring, alleviation obvious in his voice. "Anna, where could you be?"
"I'm strolling towards our typical bistro," Anna answered, attempting to keep her voice consistent. "Might you at any point let me know how to arrive from here?"
James furnished her with bearings, and soon, she ended up remaining before a comfortable bistro settled between two different shops. She spotted James sitting by the window, apprehensively tapping his fingers on the table.
Anna drew nearer circumspectly, and when James saw her, he leaped to his feet. They remained there briefly, gazing at one another in dismay.
"It's truly you," James at last said, his eyes wide.
Anna gestured, a combination of dread and interest twirling inside her. "No doubt, it's me."
They ungracefully embraced, the newness of one another's bodies adding an additional layer of characteristic to the occasion. Whenever they were situated and had requested espresso, the discussion continued.
James inclined in, talking in a quieted tone. "Anna, I've been attempting to sort this out since it happened to us. Something really doesn't add up about this."
Anna inclined nearer, anxious to hear what he had found. "Your meaning could be a little clearer."
James turned down the volume considerably more. "I've been investigating comparable cases on the web, and there are accounts of individuals who've encountered this previously. Some call it 'cognizance trading' or 'equal cognizance.' They say it's an uncommon peculiarity with no known reason or fix."
Anna's eyes extended as the weightiness of their circumstance sank in. "Anyway, we're not by any means the only ones?"
James gestured. "It appears to be like that, yet there's no agreement on why it works out or how to switch it. We may be stuck like this endlessly."
Anna took a full breath, attempting to deal with everything. "We can't simply acknowledge that. There must be a method for fixing this, right?"
James gave her a decided look. "We'll track down a way, Anna. We'll sort this out together."
As they rung their espresso cups in a quiet toast to their dubious future, Anna couldn't resist the opportunity to feel a hint of something to look forward to in the midst of the peculiarity of their new reality.