<blockquote>Thank God Ray doesn't seem to feel the need to tiptoe around it, to pretend nothing's wrong, to make Fraser say it: Ray, I am apparently stuck in your body, is that you in mine?
No, he throws open the consulate door, looks at Fraser, groans, "Voodoo? Witch? What?!?"
"No theories as of yet, Ray," Fraser says, then looks down from Ray's--his--Ray's face, and blinks. "And, normally, I do not answer the door in just underpants."
"Yeah, well, normal this is not," Ray says.
"Granted."</blockquote>
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