[Right. Magic. Sam would've been inclined to call bullshit if she hadn't seen so many unexplainable things in the short time she's been here. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her nacket, frowning slightly as she thinks hard on the implication of what Chris has told her.]
And you're sure it was really me? Not some - I don't know, body-snatcher or something?
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And you're sure it was really me? Not some - I don't know, body-snatcher or something?