Ron struggled for a moment in the young man's grip, but he found it iron.
"Please, Ron." Doctor Minton's eyes were moist. "Don't make any trouble. Please...."
The laboratory was in the basement of the building, an antiseptic room with the acrid odor of chemicals. Dr. Luther prepared something in a hypodermic syringe, while Dr. Minton strapped his former patient onto a padded examining table.
"Doctor ..." Ron whispered.
"Hush, Ron. It's all right...."
"But what is all this? Who am I?"
The doctor frowned. "You're Ronald Carver. You're the same Ronald Carver you always were. But you have made an exchange of bodies. That is all."
"But why? How?"
"I don't really know. God help us. It was his project from start to finish—that thing upstairs."