"Who's Coraline?" Mohinder asked, coming awake with his eyes wide and staring around. This was not his hut. "Who are you? And why do I sound like--"

My god. His hands! They were so small. And his skin was white. Mouth hanging open, Mohinder registered exactly what else was missing. He was small and female.

Otha. Conscious- Conscious... Why couldn't he think right?! Conscius...FINE. Bodyswitch.

"I'm not sick," he declared. "And I'm not Coraline."