The professor was so caught up with Alan that he failed to notice Janet awakening until she started yelling, "What the hell, man!? I mean, like, how? What the hell?"
He rushed over. He assumed something went wrong; she shouldn't have woken up on her own.
Professor Von Strasser shined a small pencil light in Janet's eyes for examination purposes. "Tell me what's your name, and how are you feeling?" he asked.
"How am I feeling? I'm feeling awful Doc! What's happened to me! I'm looking down, and I see sagging tits and pale white here! My name is Tyrone Jones!"
The professor looking through some notes. "Mr. Tyrone Jones? From New York City?"
"Yeah, that's right! Harlem. Born and bred!"
Professor Von Strasser looked at his paper work. Tyrone Jones was a 20 year old African American man from New York City. However, according to his notes, he brain wasn't supposed to be used for any of the test subjects today. This troubled the professor greatly. Could it be a screw up with his labeling system? Or perhaps a problem with his brainwashing equipment?
Janet's pleas interrupted the professor's thoughts, "Why do I look like some old white lady, Doc!?"
"The answer is quite simple. It's because you ARE a middle aged Caucasian woman. There is not a thing wrong with your body. Your mind, however, I cannot say for sure. I had wiped this woman's mind clean, and I intended to implant the memories of my departed mother in her. I'm not quite sure how Tyrone's got there instead."
"Does this mean my body's dead!?"
"Dear heavens, no! I'm not a monster! I merely scanned your brain. Your body--with its brain and all your thoughts and memories inside--is fine back in New York. The thoughts you have are a mere copy."
Janet looked a little sad, something about being called a "mere copy" felt so hurtful and psychologically insulting.