( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Okay, I've had about enough of this bullshit.

This morning I got pissed and ended up flooding the sink in the kitchen. What the fuck is wrong with the kid who switched with me? I want my damned body back.

[Sound of doors opening, shoes scraping against concrete and quick nervous breathing.]

Wh- Who are you? Where -- !! [The doors slam shut. Silence for a few beats.. The sound of light sniffling before slight static as she adjusts the phone in her small hand, holding it up to her mouth. Voice small, young and hesitant.]

..Hello?

Okay, what the hell just happened.

Why do I look like some dopey little pipsqueak, and what happened to my body? Do you have any fucking idea what it took for me to get my body like that?

THIS ISN'T FUNNY, and somebody is going to die for this.

Where the hell am I, and who took my sword?

I'll kill you when I find you, whoever you are. You can count on that.