It would be quite simple, he assured her. The star would simply vanish after a hard day’s sitting around while the body-double did her work. She was then to slip, unnoticed, into her role in life and in the movies.

The trick, though, was the face. They didn’t have the same face. He could, he claimed, simply modify the memories of everyone who had seen the star, for a price she could never pay, not in a dozen lifetimes. The simple alternative was to change her face.

The price? Nothing for now.

Years later, they’d simply collect her eternal soul.