"As far as I'm concerned, I just kinda woke up here one day, like I just... fell asleep and Freaky Friday'd my way into somebody else's life." It didn't occur to him that he might scare the shit out of somebody who remembers this life at least mostly. Whoops. Oh well, it's too late now. "Except I still kind of look like me, just not... completely. The fuckin' demon wings are definitely new."

As he speaks, he rolls over to flex one out; learning how to control the wings has been a chore in and of itself, and he still isn't sure if they're actually functional for flying or not. He's been kind of hesitant to try, for obvious reason. He tucks it back against his body tightly, focusing back on the conversation.

"So, yeah, I mean... I remember a life, but the life I remember definitely isn't the same as this one."