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The form that stepped from the machine was nothing special. Pretty but not model worthy. Truthfully Sue hadn't even designed it, she had just specified height and body type and allowed the computer to select something random. It had been a while since Sue had time to herself. For the first time in years everyone else was busy and she had no pressing commitments. She'd planned to visit a spa resort in ********. She had everything planned, including the fake id she would check in under to avoid anyone bothering her. She would just be a random guest at the resort. She hurriedly grabbed her bags and left through the secret exit of the Baxter building. She had a flight to catch afterall. Sue barely made it to the terminal in time and rushed aboard. She'd booked a coach seat so as to not draw any attention. Sue got a huge surprise when she saw her seat mate for the flight. It was like looking into a mirror for the form that Susan was currently wearing. Shrugging it off as coincidence she introduced herself with her false name and started some small talk. After a few moments she noticed her new friends interest in the window she was sitting near. Upon finding out that this was her first time flying and she wanted to see what was happening Sue generously switched seats with her as she had experienced multiple types of flying and it had lost appeal to her years ago. After they were in the air Sue decided to take a nap to reduce the jet lag she would experience from this trip. Being asleep she completely missed the start of the trouble that resulted in the plan having to execute an emergency landing. When she was violently woken up it was to barely get a forcefield up in time to save her life from flying debris. She unfortunately missed another piece flying from another direction that clipped her in the back of the head and sent her into the realm of unconsciousness. Rescue workers pulled her unconscious form from the plane and were able to identify her based on her seat number and a purse that was with her. Unknown to them she had traded seats and the purse belonged to the woman from the seat beside her. Since her image matched the ID and the ID matched her seat number they never looked any further. The woman who sat beside her had died very messily from flying debris and they were only able to base identity off her seat number and estimated match for height and weight given the damage to the body. It was good they had an idea of who you were since when you woke up they found you suffered from retrograde amnesia and had no idea who you were. Your emergency contact was called in and is outside waiting to meet you. It is . . . . . . . . . A/N: Kept things vague as to appearance, name, and destination so that it opened more options.
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