After letting her mourn a couple minutes, I had to ask another question. "Why...?"
"Why what?"
"Why, ummm, make a body changing machine?"
"I've done a lot of research on the human mind. How it works and how it stores memories. I have some friends who work for... well, I have some friends who were interested in technology to transfer one person's mind into another person's body. They helped me with money and technology, and I built the prototype."
"And who are these, like, 'friends' you have?"
Sidney looked at me coldly. "They're friends. Good people. You don't need to know more."
I obviously wouldn't get any more from her about that. I started asking her about the body changing remote, and she gave me cautious answers. I learned how it generally worked. Most of the information really was not useful to my current situation, except something she mentioned when she was talking about how someone had to die for me to get my own body back.
"Since Kelly's mind is in the device, the only way to kill her would be to break the device. I think your old body would then be reformed and your mind would transfer into it. Of course, breaking it might also destroy both your body and Kelly's mind, trapping you in her body forever. Or her mind might transfer back into her body, destroying your mind."
"And then I'd be, like, dead? As if!"
So that wasn't a good option, not that I thought killing anyone would be the best option. Sidney made it clear that she wouldn't let anyone break her prototype anyway. Since this wasn't going anywhere, I decided to figure out who Kelly was and what I would be doing in her body. I walked over to my kitchen where I left her red purse. Looking through it I found lipstick, eyeliner, nail polish and lots of other cosmetics. There were birth control pills, which hopefully meant I wasn't pregnant. I found a pink cell phone I put to the side, and finally a wallet. I found a drivers license.
"Laura Palmer. 21 years old. Laura? But that boy totally called me Kelly."
Sidney said, "Let me see that. Ahhh, it's a fake. I knew you couldn't be 21. This is probably to get drinks."
"Fake? But, like, how can you tell?"
"I was a bartender for a few years."
I giggled. "A bartender? What-ever!"
"It helped pay for college. After meeting lots of sad and angry drunk people, I decided to move away from the city and out to the country. Well, for that and other reasons."
I searched through the wallet some more. No other types of identification or even any credit cards. Then I found the cash.
"Oh gosh! There must be like, hundreds of dollars here!"
Sidney got a thoughtful look on her face. "Fake ID, no credit cards, lots of cash. Whoever you are now, she was hiding from something."
I looked at the pink cell phone. It needed a passcode to get into. I threw it back on the table and groaned in frustration. Just then the phone started ringing and I jumped in surprise.