Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

Lex wasn't even thinking, instead she just clutched at Anatoly, letting him wrap his arms around her. Anatoly was the same. He was still the man she cared for, key word on man. Focusing on that helped her finally take deep breaths and calm down enough to think this through. It had to be the island, like the weekend people switched bodies right after she arrived. Except instead, it had changed her body. It was still her body, the hair was too perfect a shade to be anyone elses.

"I bet I look just like my mother..." She said softly, as she began to calm down, though she didn't move from the safe comfort of Anatoly's arms.