<span style="font-style: italic">Tell me. When you find a dead body in the middle of the most prestigious school in the United States of America, who would you suspect?</span><br/><br/>Adell held a glass of wine in his hand. He imagined someone else at the small circle table, looking at him and the moonless night. It could be the supernatural junkie, Silas. Arthur, the young man with more money than sense. Or perhaps William, the eternal sceptic who would ask for proof of the divine or supernatural at every turn. Still, they all would see the same thing out of the window. A few streetlights, a fountain, in view of everyone in the dormitories. And a body of a young woman, lying atop the edge of the fountain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Anything that happen, anyone could see. I saw her sitting there, myself. And in just two seconds, she's dead.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Adell, imagine. Who would they blame?</span>The imagined figure spoke in his mind.<br/><br/>"I don't know," said Adell, aloud. He sipped on his glass as he stood up, walking to his door to test the lock on his dormitory room. A tug and the tell-tale click told him enough. Looking to the imaginary figure, he smiled and raised his glass to toast.<br/><br/>"Rumours, the supernatural, or a jilted ex. It'll be interesting. I might get someone else to talk to other than my own mind."<br/><br/>Raising his glass to his mouth, Adell tipped the entire glass into his mouth, emptying in a single gulp. Pacing over to the window, he tugged at the curtains to cover his window just as he heard the shrill scream of a young lady. "She's DEAD!" She's dead! Someone help!"<br/><br/>Placing the glass on the table, Adell looked towards the full-length mirror in his room for a moment. He imagined himself without clothes for a moment, and shook his head. His biology was inescapable. He dressed well, and looked the part of a black-haired pretty young man, but beneath all that clothing was a woman's body. A flat-chested woman, but still a woman nonetheless.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Imagine. They might investigate. Adell Hawkes is a fake name. Imagine if they found out your real name.</span><br/><br/>Adell's eyes widened. He looked back at the imaginary figure in alarm.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You'll have to go home. And marry that guy, and spend the rest of your life—</span><br/><br/>"SHUT UP!" he shouted.<br/><br/>That was the last thing he remembered before waking up, staring at the ceiling lit up by sunlight. The alcohol seemed to have mixed up dreams and reality.<br/><br/>Scratching his head, Adell pressed against his chest. Still, a woman.