Emily pressed and took the picture, waving it only to see surprised face of young red-haired girl in a headscarf and wearing modest-ish clothing. She had a naturally beautiful face with ginger curls sticking out of her headscarf. Eyeliner, dark blue eye shadows and lips that were red obviously highlighted with some expensive lipstick. She looked a bit nervous and asked Emily:
"Do I know you?"
"It's me Emily, your girlfriend." Emily responded
"I....I remember you. What happened?" Ricki asked
"I think I accidentally got that mother in the shot too."
"That explains why I can think in Arabic and why I remember knowing her and her family."
"What do you remember exactly?"
"I remember being your boyfriend Ricky, then getting changed into a girl named Ricki and getting new memories. Then that family arrived from Iraq. After that I got even more memories. I remember being a babysitter for that mother and getting cursed at by her. I remember both converting and being born Muslim. I don't even know which one of those happened. All I know for certain is that I am a girl named Ricki, I'm a Muslim, I'm fluent in Arabic, and I'm white."
"So, then why do you remember contradicting events?"
"I don't even know which is true anymore. I put on makeup and yet I'm fighting myself to do it. I force myself to dress this way knowing that I'm forcing myself not to. I just want this resolved one way or another. It's maddening having so many conflicting memories fighting in my head Emily. Please help me." Ricki pleaded
Emily picked up the camera and.....