The facts were simple: the body she jumped into shared her physical characteristics and name, but the shock of the jump scrambled her memory for as little as five minutes to as much as five hours. There were many potential reasons for the phenomena, and Daisy had thought at length about a fair few of them before finally giving up in resignation during her sixteenth jump, immediately after surviving a close-encounter with The Assassin, a pissed off and highly intelligent octopus and a suicidal sushi chef whose stellar career was cut short because of a single simple mistake. The mistake, of course, was that if you insist on hacking the tentacle off of a live carnivorous mollusc, you should make sure the remaining knives in your collection are well out of reach of those that remain.
