By the looks of this, I'm not the only... (This body... it isn't mine. That much is pretty obvious. This is just starting to go beyond weird. I pass out, and then... this...
Somehow I don't think this is as temporary as what was going on this earlier part of this week.)
Hmph. So who's really this person called "chaos"?
(And whoever has my body... What am I even going to tell Zidane when I get to the house?)