Janet, now Officer Joan, thought about what to do first. She look on her desk to see an empty inbox, and a full outbox. Her new memories and personality told her that she always did her paperwork immediately after receiving it, much to the annoyance of her colleges. She turned around in her chair and grabbed some keys from one of the pouches. The keys had a Ford logo on it, for a moment she thought it might have been for been for Taurus Interceptor, or maybe one of the new Explorer Interceptor! But soon her memories told her it was just a normal Crown Victoria.
She was a little bit disappointed, but soon decided that it didn’t matter that much, pretty much everyone used a Crown Vic at this station. She looked around to see a large assortment of cubicles and officers, as well as a few sergeants and probation officers. She then looked at one of the walls to see a large New York Police Department logo looming over everyone. ‘Wait, New York? But I should be in Boston!’ she thought to herself. Memories started to conflict with each other, some was her memories as Janet would tell the tale of her growing up and living in Boston, while the other memories, the ones as Joan, told a similar story, just the location was changed to New York.
She got up, and started to walk toward the breakroom. If the city she grew up in had changed, she wanted to see if anything else was different. It was time to talk to the other officers. She walked through the precinct for a little bit until she reached the break room. She thought for a little while, thinking on how she could do this If she simply went and scream HI!, that would seem a bit weird. She eventually decided to just go in and grab a coffee, and hope the officers talk to her.
She walked into the room and went for the coffee machine, the room was what you would expect from a police station breakroom, a table with a large half-eaten box of donuts, few chairs around it, a kitchen like area with a fridge, a microwave, the coffee machine and some cupboards as well as a couch and an old T.V. Sitting at the table there were two officers, a sergeant and a detective.
“Hey! Joan!” Shouted the sergeant waving her over, “Come over here! There’s still a few of your favorite donut left!”
“Sure thing Rick! Just let me grab a coffee.” Joan said, she was a bit surprised by her own voice, it was so deep and commanding. But she didn’t let it worry her as she set up the machine to make her perfect coffee, slightly milky with two sugars, at least that didn’t change. She grabbed her coffee as soon as it was done and sat down at the table.
“Ugh, why did you have to invite this bitch to the table sarg?” Asked the detective rudely, as he munched down on one of the donuts.
“Hey watch your mouth!” Joan shouted to the detective, slamming her hand on the table.
“Or what you hit me, owww, I’m sooo scared!” He said back to her, putting the donut down.
“I said shut the fuck UP!” Joan shouted again, as she started to get angry.
“Why? Cos’ you think I respect you? Well listen here ‘Sweetcheeks’ no one here respects you, and they never will. So you can just fuck off!” The detectives shouted back to her, crushing her.
Joan got up and ran back to her desk. She was destroyed, her new personality made her strong and brave, but not indestructible. She looked down at the amulet, and knew just how to get these people to respect her.