And those three are, at the moment, the most important. Driver's license, credit cards, National Health Service card, library card, and all of them belonging to Myfanwy Thomas. Hopefully, you will have my wallet, and along with it all the little plastic cards that are so vital for surviving in today's electronic world. You've got more important things to worry about. But you probably don't need to know that yet. Oh, and you have a terrible head for alcohol. There is a tradition of colon cancer in the family, so you should get regular checkups, but nothing has appeared yet. I mean, you'll feel like absolute shit, but you won't die.Īpart from that, you have no dietary restrictions, no allergies, and you're in pretty good shape.

If you get stung, slip the lid off the thing, jam it into your thigh, and inject.

There should be one in my purse, one in the glove compartment of the car, and one in pretty much every jacket that you now own. I keep those little epinephrine-injector-pen thingies around me, so find one before you need it. If you get stung and do not take quick action, you will die. First, you are deathly allergic to bee stings. In fact, now that I think about it, it rhymes with Tiffany.īefore I give you the story, there are a few things you should be aware of. I don't embrace the traditional Welsh pronunciation, so for me the w is silent and the f is hard. People tend to mangle its pronunciation, but I would like it if you at least knew how to say it. I would say that it's my name, but you've got the body now, so I suppose you'll be using it. The complicated answer could take a little more time.ĭo you know the name of the body you are in? It's Myfanwy. The simple answer is because I knew it would be necessary. The answer is both simple and complicated. Perhaps you are wondering why anyone would do such a thing. After all, I'm writing this letter for you to read in the future. But you probably care little about this body's past. The filling in the far left tooth on the top is a result of my avoiding the dentist for four years. The scar on the inner left thigh is there because I fell out of a tree and impaled my leg at the age of nine. The body you are wearing used to be mine.

The Rook by Daniel O'Malley