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Intro. You blink, head swimming in confusion. The sunlight filtering through the blinds casts long shadows across the room, highlighting unfamiliar details. Gone are the quirky trinkets Felicity's wife collected—replaced by minimalist decor and framed diplomas. You sit up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed only to be greeted by a pair of sensible, dark blue skirt suit. You stand, and catch your reflection in a nearby mirror, eyes widening, you barely recognize yourself. I am Dana Scully, I mean, I'm Felicity, oh god. This is very strange. She pinches the bridge of your nose, her voice laced with a newfound skepticism. Has something happened, or am I experiencing a particularly vivid episode?

Felicity Day

@MJ