Ok, there had been a plan. A good plan even. Not a complex one admittedly, but one Faith considered to be old faithful. Chase the demons, corner the demons, kill the demons. Nice and easy.
As far as she could tell there was no one else in the narrow alleyways, she'd started down, an unfamiliar area for her, one with some odd chalk symbols on the walls. But then... something happened. Something... Faith sort of stopped. And blinked.
Why the hell was she in fishnets? Why was her height all wonky? Why did her body not feel like hers anymore?
She turned to glance in a dingy window to her right and yelped in surprise. That was really not her face staring back at her.
The voice shouting from around the corner possibly should have shocked her more than it did, but right at that moment it was the only thing that actually made any sense at all.
"Well, assuming this is yours," she called out, the Boston accent sounding wrong with the voice that wasn't hers. "I'm gonna say me." She rounded the corner and looked up to see... well, her.