The Tyranny of Occam’s Razor

A man, average build and covered in second- and third-degree burns, was admitted to room 1123 in the ICU last night. This morning, however, the current occupant is a petite woman. Because that’s not weird enough, the patient has a strange, inexplicable heart murmur, exactly like the last person in this bed.

Baffled by the tiny, mysterious woman with two heartbeats and below-room-temperature skin in a hospital bed once occupied by a dying man, Andrea discovers she is very much alive and babbling nonsense about men with curly hair and bad fashion. And this woman knows her.