"When I came to, it was dark; so dark that the night seemed all but fluid with black pigment. Breathing was difficult, but in spite of that, however, I felt exhilarated mentally. Also I felt strong, stronger than I ever had in my life before. I tried to raise my hands, and found that I was handcuffed."I lay sprawled out on a sharply canted floor of metal, and from outside the house, or whatever it was I was in, I could hear the screeching and howling of the wind. I touched my face with my fettered hands, and the act gave me a feeling of comfort, for the scar on my cheek was still there and I knew that I was myself."Twisting around, I sat up, and with great difficulty drew a lighter from my trousers pocket. The flame glimmered up.

I knew then that I was myself."Great Golden-Age Science-Fiction ---- Originally Appeared in ASTOUNDING STORIES - January 1932!.