[ WP ] You assume a new identity every 30 years so people wont notice your immortality . One day , you 're arrested for the murder of your former alibi .

`` Well?'' the police officer probed. I had been in my fair share of'interviews' and interrogations. That's what happens when you get old and bored. Well, as old as I ever got, which was 30. 
 
 
 In my most recent skin I was just a 23 year old guy. Your average Joe-schmo. Brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin. Average. 
 
 
 A picture slid across the metal table and into my cuffed hands. `` Recognize him?'' he asked. I tried not to show any emotion but inside, I laughed. Staring back at me was a girl that was completely opposite of me. She was a master piece. Her blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders and her steely grey eyes stared back at me as if piercing me to my very soul. That was probably because we shared the same soul though. 
 
 
 She was my last incarnation. 
 
 
 Every 30 years for as long as I could remember, I would wake up again in some new body. Sometimes it was that of a kid, sometimes that of an already full grown adult. Those were the worst. When I woke up in an elderly person's body, wheezing and gasping for air, aching throughout every inch of my body. 
 
 
 Katia though... Katia was different. She was the most fun I'd had in years. Decades even. 
 
 
 `` Nope,'' I grinned back at the officer. Ca n't say I know her.'' I could tell my cocky attitude pissed him off even more from the way his knuckles turned white from the clenching of his fist. 
 
 
 I had been careful. Katia was beautiful so things were easy for me to get when I was in her body. I ate at the fanciest restaurants, drove the nicest cars, and do n't even get me started on my personal exploration of her body... 
 
 
 `` Of course you do n't,'' the officer's voice snapped me out of my imagination. His mustache twitched in satisfaction and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. He threw, more than slid, more pictures at me. I glanced at them half-heartedly and saw my face. The one I wore now. And in the background? 
 
 
 Katia. 
 
 
 I could feel my face pale and he could n't hide the smirk that now crept out from under his walrus mustache. 
 
 
 No. This could n't be. I thought the people whose bodies I took over just spun up out of air. I mean, if I can shed and gain a new identity every 30 years, why could n't people just appear out of thin air and have others somehow remember them as their own. No one had ever questioned if any of my skins were n't their actual relatives or not... So how? How could two skins be alive at the same time? 
 
 
 I looked back up at the officer. `` You have no proof,'' I whispered. I knew that for sure. As Katia, I had been drinking heavily with a male model at someone's yacht party. He had gotten too physical and after a scuffle, thrown me overboard. I had drowned that night and come back as this average looking man. 
 
 
 The officer glared at me now. I knew as well as he did that my words rang true but he was so sure it was me. `` I'll *find* the evidence,'' he hissed back. 
 
 
 `` Go ahead. Not before I do though,'' I said, looking up as my lawyer finally walked in. 
 
 
 `` You're free to go,'' the new man said. Now it was my turn to smirk at the officer. I rubbed my wrists as he uncuffed me angrily. 
 
 
 This was an interesting twist. I had never tried my hand at being a detective before. Plus, I was mad. Katia had been so much fun to live as and that arrogant prick had taken her away. Plus, I wanted to find out where exactly my new identities came from. Maybe this Joe-schmo life would n't be so boring after all.
