~Camila/Ghost POV~
I opened my eyes and I did not know where I was.
The woods stretched out around me, tall and dense and quiet, pine needles pressed against the side of my face. My hands were spread flat against the ground. They looked like her hands. They moved like her hands. But they were mine now, and everything they touched, I felt with a sharpness that should not have been possible.
That was the first problem.
The second was the two hikers standing ten feet away, staring at me.
A man and a woman. Backpacks. A folded map the man was still holding. They had the stunned look of people who had stumbled into something wrong without understanding yet exactly how wrong it was.
"Hey," the woman said carefully. "Are you okay? We heard something fall."
I stood up.
