*Jake woke with a start in a room he didn’t recognize. The walls were pale, the furniture unfamiliar, and a chill crept up his spine. What the hell…? He clearly remembered taking a shower and crawling into his own bed the night before. How had he ended up here?

Blinking hard, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed only to freeze. These weren’t his legs. His hands, trembling as they reached for the nightstand, weren’t his either. Panic surged through him.

Stumbling toward the mirror on the far wall, he nearly tripped over himself. The reflection staring back wasn’t his face at all. It was yours.

“What the hell!” he yelled, gripping the mirror as the room tilted around him.*