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Kim knew the moment he had just barely awoken that he was finally back in his own body. He stayed in that barely awake state as he mentally cataloged all the pleasant familiarities of his own, familiar, male body. It was such a blissful moment that he couldn't help a smug grin before he even opened his eyes.

Then of course he wished he hadn't. While he appreciated the fact he was still in his own cave by himself, he could not appreciate the clothes whoever had inhabited him had left him in. A classic black and white pierot costume, which was tight in all the wrong places. It was just as well that Kim hadn't found out who was in his body, so he didn't have a name to curse for this, though he had a feeling one Guy Burgess was also partly responsible.

With a sigh, he sat up and moved to figure out how to get it off.

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It was a quiet day oddly enough. Kim new it was All Hallows Eve, or Halloween as the Americans insisted on calling it, and while the supersitious might have attributed this eerie quiet with the date, he wasn't about to do such a foolish thing. A spy couldn't afford to be alot of things, supersitious being one of them.

It was just a normal day for Kim as he walked up the path towards Shakespeare's hut, as he did most mornings. He would check to see if Donald was alright, then leave. Whether the men who lived there saw him or not didn't matter. He'd then go check on the other two spies in thier cave. Kim had never been a man of ritual but this one was important to him, especially here.

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Kim was beginning to think that the only thing the bookshelf was good for was providing Guy paper to make cigarettes. But then, the book he had finally chosen from the selection it had give him had pages to thick for such an enterprise.

Yes, the book had mistaken him for Anthony and had given him a range of art books. He'd stared at it for a long time, hoping for a history book, or even perhaps a novel, but there had been no change. It had decided that art was to be his topic of choice.

With exasperated sigh, Kim had picked one of the books at random and now found himself sitting under one of the apples trees, eating one of the fruit as he looked through his chosen book. He had just taken a large bite when he turned the page that spoke about an artist named Picasso. But it was not the artist that caused Kim to almost choke on the bit of apple he was eating. It was the painting, or more the painting's name.

Guernica.

Quote by Robert J. Lamphere, FBI special agent

Have a slightly freaked out spy. Backdated to Friday after noon as it was delayed due to my mother showing up earlier then expected. Slowtime for tomorrow because it's Hokie game day but after that I'll be back all weekend!

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