Warhammer I Can Switch Bodies

When the tide of subspace receded, Owen's eyes suddenly opened as he felt suffocated. Some kind of viscous film that was not part of the physical universe was surrounding him. He struggled - like a newborn breaking free from its afterbirth, like a moth tearing through a spider's web - until the cold air of reality filled the body's lungs. Wilderness. The boundless wasteland spread out before our eyes, and the iron-gray sky was low. Owen lowered his head and saw a pair of hands: the lines on the palms were unfamiliar, and his fear materialized at this moment - these were not human hands that he had held a cell phone in before going to bed.