<div class="floatright">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BYmIyM2NlNjItMGZkNy00YzRiLWE5ODEtNjQ1OGM1MDYxMDE4XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyODA1NjQ0OTY@._V1_SY1000_CR0,0,874,1000_AL_.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Fever dream/flashback, waking up to a new look (Again)<br/><hr/><strong>Half an hour ago</strong><br/><br/>As soon as the force hit, Wallace knew it was similar in effect to the events he’d been hit 2 years prior. Most likely not the same mechanism, he thought clinically as he focused on pushing the pain away, He’d felt similar shifts when he was trapped in the ‘other place’ that they had pulled St. Micheals Mount into. The pain pulled him into darkness that he hoped he’d come out of.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Two Years Ago.</strong><br/><br/><em>“Ready when you are Professor.” The lead man from the Minstry sounded bored, so Wallace tried to dumb it down. <br/><br/>“Right, the Device works across a variety of .. possibilities.” He picked up a die and showed it before rolling it. “Now, here it rolls a 2, but there is a nearly infinite ways it could roll. 1, 3,4,5 or 6 or even rolling off the table into the trash bin. Each potential moment happens but we didn’t see it.. except the device overlaid all these moments the island.” He smiled nervously as he rubbed his cheek, the new scar evidence that the theory was real. “Problem is.. the further one moves from the epicenter of the effect, the more varied the overlaid changes can be. I was in a safe zone, hence the scar being the difference between myself and the me on the next layer...as you can see by the documented evidence from St. Micheals..”</em>He left out a few things, like how he had memories of his twin whose face he wore or that he had small ‘bits’ of other William’s beyond what they thought. A short glimpse of his ‘roads’ not taken.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Now.</strong><br/><br/>Familiar aches and pains filled his body, a mix of pain, nausea and a body awareness that was totally out of synch with what he was familiar with. Rolling over, he took a deep breath and noted the differences. No pain or congestion, a difference in body weight and center of balance as his body convulsed.<br/><br/>“Oh bloody hell.. not again.” He groaned as he rolled over and threw up heavily. “I’d rather have a hole in me...” He stopped as he saw his hands and his voice’s changes to something more dulcet and fetching. Thin tapering fingers. Platinum blond hair. A suspicious shift on his chest.<br/><br/>“Well that’s new..” She said as she roll over to lie on a clean spot of the floor and closed her eyes. “I don’t suppose anyone has seen my hip flask? I need a stiff drink before my breakdown”<br/><br/><br/>