It was the throbbing in her head that roused Gwen from the solid, deep sleep she’d been enjoying. A steady pulse of pressure and pain just behind her left ear. Thrum, thrum, thrum. She frowned as she buried her face in the pillow, wanting to block out any light from making it worse as she relented to being awake. That was the first she noticed something was off. The pillow, it was wrong. The wrong density, and it smelled different. Were pillows supposed to have distinct smells? Gwen pressed her forearms into the mattress to lift herself up, slowly blinking her eyes open to look down. They weren’t her sheets, and a squinting look around the room clearly showed a place she didn’t know. Boxes stacked around, a mess, like someone just moved in and hadn’t bothered unpacking yet. And it was so bright.
Stumbling out of bed — not her bed, not her room, where was she? — she moved over to the window to look out and see … not New York. Not any New York she knew, hers or others. Maybe it was some dimension new to her, where New York was bright and sunny? Unlikely. In her various trips across dimensions, some aspects were the same no matter where she was. And she was simply — her. Not us, not we. There was no Venom echoing inside her, thrumming in its own way and giving her more to combat. Only her.
Gwen drew in a sharp breath as she spun around to look at the room again, hopeful to see her power-up bracelet but knowing better than to actually expect it. No Venom, no power-ups, she was screwed, great. And then she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror propped up against the wall. No, that couldn’t have been right, but the reflection mirrored her as she drew closer, staring at the stranger looking back. Her hand managed to stay steady as she reached out, watched the girl in the mirror reaching toward her too, fingertips meeting as hers pressed against the surface. It wasn’t the first time she’d been in a body other than her own, but the last time that happened she’d stabbed herself in the face and would have stayed dead if not for the regenerative powers of her host. Strange room, strange city, strange body, no powers, Gwen inhaled deeply before letting out a frustrated yell.
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