"What do you mean I'm black?"  I look down at my hands, they are white.  My arms white.

"I've taken some drugs in my day but your black ass must really be soaring right now."

"Do you have some sort of compact or something?"

She looks at me like I'm about to attack her.  She digs in her purse and takes out a camera.

"I don't have a compact but I do have this.  Smile motherfucker."

Click.

She hands the camera over to me.  My hands are shaking almost to the point of palsy.

I look at the viewscreen.  The man in the camera is about six feet five.  He has dark hair and 

dark eyes.  His expression is...confusion?  Bewilderment?

The man is not me.  This man is indeed an African-American.  I've never seen him before.

As the possibilites fill my mind, I feel dizzy, then a sharp crack on my head.

Groggily I hear Deborah asking me if I was ok.  I'm lying on the ground.

As she kneels over me she seems further away.  My vision is growing darker.

"Everything will return to the start...it is almost over" a whisper on the breeze.