"Sir...?"

That voice laced with uncertainty brought her back to reality. Or what was left of it. She quickly remembered why she was laying on the cold floor of a bathroom that wasn't hers to begin with, and nearly passed right back out.

"Hey, are you okay?"

It took her a second to realize that the woman was speaking to her in Spanish, but she understood all of it perfectly. The extent of her Spanish vocabulary was 'hola', 'por favor', and maybe how to count to ten if she concentrated. She pushed herself up into a sitting position to get a better look at the woman. She was older, maybe in her forties, but still quite pretty. There was a bottle of cleaning solution in one of her hands, and Cammy realized she was here to clean the house. What a lazy bum, she thought. He couldn't even be bothered to clean up after himself, and hired someone else to do it? Then she thought of her own apartment, and the state she often left it in. Maybe she shouldn't be throwing stones just yet. Finally, she nodded her head in response to the woman's inquiry.

"You sure? Why were you on the floor?"

Cammy shrugged. She wanted to avoid speaking if at all possible. She didn't want to hear that voice come out of her lips again.

The woman sighed heavily. "Mother of God, I pray for you every day, kid. You're so strange sometimes."

She couldn't argue with that. The woman obviously didn't know some of the more insidious habits in which Vega indulged, or she wouldn't still be his maid. She hoped, anyway. With a slightly apologetic look, Cammy shrugged, and got to a standing position. The woman cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Hey and put a shirt on, or I won't get any work done, yeah?"

Cammy nearly choked and made a low groaning noise instead. The maid laughed, but Cammy refused to address it. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend none of this was happening. She moved back into the bedroom and took a second this time to familiarize herself with it. Typical male-there wasn't much to it at all but for the bed and a few drawers. Life was not as fun without adorable little nic-nacs and other things collected along the way, she thought. She wasn't given much time to contemplate the simplicity of the room before she heard something in the bed buzzing. It was familiar-the sort of noise everyone knows. She stepped towards the bed, pulled away the covers in search of the source of the buzzing, and finally found the phone.

The number on the screen made her heart leap up to her throat. It was her own. Why would someone be using her phone to call Vega's? Unless...

The complete horror of the situation dawned on her as she realized that just as she was now inhabiting his body, he might have been inhabiting hers. It sounded ridiculous to even think of, but again, she looked down at her bare chest, much-too-expensive-for-her jeans, and remembered that she was firmly beyond the realm of 'impossible'. She finally answered the phone even though she dreaded speaking. "¿D-dime?" She bit her tongue. Apparently if she wanted English, she had to work for it more. .

"I would never in my life sound so uncertain!" She nearly choked, hearing her own voice shouting at her on the other end of the line.

"What have you done?" she replied, a bit more confident. Now she found the deeper voice sort of helped her feel more sure of herself. She felt like she was in control of the situation immediately, even though the aggression of the other party quickly changed that.

"What have I done?" they replied, plainly furious with the accusation. "No, no, no, sweetheart, I think you're confused! I haven't done anything! I woke up in this filthy slum out of nowhere and-" They were so angry they couldn't even talk straight.

She frowned. "My home is not a slum..." she said, a bit offended. Maybe it wasn't the most cleanly kept home, and maybe her flat wasn't in the nicest building in London, but it was far from a slum.

"Don't. Whine!" the other ordered. She'd never heard herself sound so angry in her life. "Not with my voice! I do not whine!"

She tried to ignore that furious tone directed at her. This wasn't exactly her fault, and she didn't want to act like he did anyway. "Sod off about my whinging and tell me what happened!" she demanded instead.

"I'm sure it's something to do with Bison," he said. At least he sounded irritated about this. If she had to be miserable, it felt like a weird sort of comfort to know he was as well. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for hours now! You sleep like a cow!"

She glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was nearly one in the afternoon. "It isn't that late," she said.

He groaned, then said, "This is unbelievable. I want you out, now! You're going to ruin my life!"

"Me?" she cried in protest. "You-you awful...jerk!"

"I'm much more articulate than this," he said. "We have to fix this immediately, before you have me ripped apart by every media outlet in Spain."

That hadn't hit her yet. She forgot about Vega's daytime personality, and suddenly, she was nervous. He was a celebrity. Certain behavior was expected of him. What if she had to stay in his body for too much longer? How would she know how to act? She bit her lip as she thought it over. There was the possibility of turning herself in as a Shadaloo commander and getting Vega locked away for good. But then, she thought, what if this was permanent? She didn't want to spend the rest of her life in jail serving his sentence. Not that she wanted to spend it trapped in Vega's body, but she supposed having both at once would be one of the worst possibilities she could think of. So that wasn't an option. Then she thought of her body. Would he take it back to Shadaloo? Was that what this was all about? Getting a rogue soldier back? If so, it was a pretty extreme and unusual way to go about it. What if he killed someone while in her body? How could she ever prove that she hadn't been the one to do it? She couldn't exactly tell a court that she wasn't in control of herself at the time. They'd put her away-in a mental hospital, if not a prison. "What do you propose we do about this then?" she asked sharply. He seemed to know a little bit more about what was going on than herself, so she decided to let him do some talking.

"We need to find Bison," he answered.

"No."

"Stop being so obtuse! You want your body back just as badly as I want mine!" She couldn't argue with that. But meeting with Bison? That part had trouble written all over it.

"Fine, we can meet with him, but I want someone on my side," she conceded. "It would be senseless for me to just go wherever the two of you say and leave myself completely vulnerable to kidnapping or attack."

"I don't care who you bring! I just want you out!"

"Good. Then where do we meet?"

He was quiet. "Well, that's why I've been trying to get a hold of you. Of me. Whatever! I need his number out of my phone."

"Then I can just call him," she said. "Cut the middle man."

"I want to hear what he was to say with my own ears." Then he sighed, realizing the poor choice of words. "You know what I mean!"

"Okay." She held the phone away for a second and looked at it. With a tap of a finger, she was scrolling through the contacts list, then frowned. She held the phone back up to her ear. "I don't see his name in your list."

"It's under capitán."

She giggled a little. He sighed on the other end in frustration. "Sorry," she said. "It's just silly." She went back to the list, and tapped the name, initiating a three-way call. In a few more seconds, she heard a familiar voice. One that she would never be able to forget, no matter how hard she tried. Instantly, she became quiet, unwilling to draw Bison's attention to her.

But Vega was still livid enough for the both of them. "¡Eres tan estúpido como un perro! You stupid, stupid-!"

Bison seemed hardly deterred. "Good afternoon, Vega. Killer Bee."

"That isn't my name," she said coldly. She hated hearing it. She was sure he knew that, too. He'd do anything to show his power over another person, to flaunt how easy it was for him to manipulate one's emotions. Maybe she shouldn't have given him what he wanted, but how could she not react to it?

"Interesting," he said. "So it worked. Most certainly not in the manner in which we planned, but it worked."

"What worked?" she asked.

"Experimentation with consciousness. Spiritual matter. That which makes you...you," he explained. He sighed, knowing he'd have to simplify this in order to get it across quickly before Vega lost it again. "We were experimenting with the process of transubstantiation in order to verify that the newest android prototypes were fit to be hosts. We thought it didn't work. When we tried it and nothing happened, we were certain that we would have to revise our methodology. But this tells me we were doing something right."

There was a silence as they contemplated this. Cammy wanted to say she couldn't believe what she was hearing, but this was Bison. There was no end to the bizarre, almost supernatural things in which he involved himself in. This one should've been nothing new. The tense silence was broken by Vega saying, "Más tonto. Que. Un perro."

"Stop it," Bison said. "You're behaving like a child."

Cammy sighed. "How do we fix this?" No reason to mess around. What else was there to say to him?

"I can't be certain. This didn't work the way we thought it would, and in turn, we can not expect the reversal process to still be applicable to this situation. It was designed with the specifications of the android body in mind, not two completely organic subjects," Bison said.

"How did we get this way to begin with?" Vega asked. "I was very much myself the days after the experiment."

"That's something else we'll have to look into," Bison said. "Without knowing exactly how you two somehow managed to exchange identities, we can't know how to reverse it."

"How long will this take?" Cammy asked wearily, beginning to fear that they were in this for a long haul. Experimentation could be an agonizingly slow process. She'd told herself time and time again that since breaking free from Shadaloo, she'd never go back to being a subject of some test. Someone's science project. But here she was, and what choice did she have now but to cooperate? Once again, her life was being toyed with by Bison. Nothing made her feel as helpless as that.

"I don't have a concrete answer," he said. It was like a plumber giving an estimate for fixing a leaky pipe, not a man who'd just swapped two people's souls around for fun. "It could be a day. Could be years. I should hope, at worst, it takes no longer than a month."

"No!" Cammy and Vega cried out in unison.

"What are we supposed to do until then?" Vega asked.

"Become familiar enough with each other so as to pass off as your normal selves and not arouse any suspicions of mental issues or drug addiction," Bison suggested. They could practically hear him shrugging with nonchalance, as if this weren't a big deal at all. "I don't have time to worry about your personal problems with the work I'm going to have to do to reverse this." With that, Bison was gone, leaving them to sort the rest of the matters out themselves.

"Well...what do we do?" Cammy asked.

Vega was silent, and she was beginning to think he'd hung up too when he finally spoke. "You have to learn to be me, and I have to..." He glanced around the messy apartment, and a cat meowed up at him. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "..learn to be you."

"Great. No one's going to believe this," she muttered, putting a hand to her head. She growled a little, becoming irritated with all of the hair she'd just pushed into her face. Swiping it back, she said, "How do you put up with all of this hair in your eyes! I swear, it's irritating!"

"Don't you dare even think about cutting it," he said. She didn't know her voice could take a tone like that, so severe and cold all at once. "Or all of yours will be gone too! And your cats!"

She was going to say she didn't care at first-hair was just hair, and it grew back. But then he brought her cats into it. "If you touch any of them, I'll leave you missing more than your hair," she said dangerously.

There was a noise sort of like an exaggerated exhalation and a groan from his end. "These threats are going nowhere," he said. "We can both ruin each other in a dozen different ways, but it won't change anything."

That was true, but he couldn't just go around threatening people's cats like that. "I suppose you're right," she said. "Then...where do we start?"

"I'd like to arrange a meeting," he said suddenly. "It can be wherever you'd like, I don't care. Money isn't an issue, and I'll pay your way as well as my own just to make sure you don't destroy my body somehow."

"Fine. I'll come back to England," she said. If he had the money and was willing to pay, she certainly wasn't going to complain. "I'll be there as soon as possible." They ended their conversation, no good byes because it wasn't a 'good' bye. Inhaling slowly, she looked around the room for whatever shirt he'd been wearing the night before, and was startled to see the maid staring at her from the bathroom.

"Hey...are you sure you're okay?" she asked, raising an eyebrow slowly.

Cammy smiled nervously, and nodded. "Of course! My...associates-" she couldn't bring herself to call them friends, not by a long shot, "they're just, you know. Kidders. Um...how about you take a paid day off! The bathroom looks pretty clean, everything does, really, more than I'm used to, at any rate. You should see my flat, it's covered in cat hair and-" She stopped herself once again. She was supposed to be Vega. "You know, just go enjoy your day!"

The woman continued to stare, wondering if this was some kind of joke. The phone conversation, along with the bizarre, almost uncertain way in which he was speaking left her dumbfounded. But she wasn't about to argue with a little bit of paid vacation time, and shrugged. "All right. I'll see you in a few days then," she said with a nod, leaving the room.

Cammy let out a sigh of relief. The woman was suspicious, but who wouldn't be after a display like that? She twisted her new lips into a frown, and hoped the day would at least end better than it had started.