You walk over to the gray one and pick it up. The owner tells you that it is an American gas mask from the vietnam era. You explain your story and she offers to help you try it on. As you fit it onto your face, it suctions to your face and doesn't let go. Your body starts to heat and tense up at the same time. Your body and face are in an undescribable amount of pain, particularly your eyes. Finally, your body passes out from the pain. When you awaken, the owner is standing over you. She apologizes for the incident and helps you up. As she helps you up, you notice your skin looks a little yellowish. You write it off as oxygen deprivation. The owner has no idea what happened, and gives you the mask to say that she is truly sorry. You look into the mirror to try and remove the mask, when you see yourself. You're definitely bigger than before, but the most radical change are your eyes. They look very Vietnamese. You manage to get off the mask and are now staring at a fully-equipped South Vietnamese soldier. Your name is James Nakamurira. Your head hurts again and soon the only thing you know is that you have always been this way and walk out.