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said it could even be tomorrow. Would
the Alarias see it? She started to walk back to her
room.
    “ Dinner’s ready!” Troy called after
her.
    “ I’ll be out in a second,” Fiona
said.
    She shut the door to her room and called
James. He answered on the second ring. “Hey,” he said.
    “ Hi. It’s me.”
    “ Yeah, I know.”
    Fiona’s breath caught in her throat, and
neither of them said anything. She closed her eyes, exhaling.
“Which one do you think I am?”
    “ I think you’re Elizabeth,” he said
quickly.
    “ Why? What makes you think that? I
have no memories.”
    “ You have some,” he said, urgency
in his voice. “You do remember things, Fiona, just not
everything.”
    “ I could be the replica,
though–wait, no. No, this machine isn’t even possible. I mean, it’s
insane to think of a machine just duplicating living things. That
goes against so many laws of physics it’s not even
funny.”
    “ Well, you definitely know more
than I do.”
    “ It’s not possible,” she whispered.
She couldn’t think about it right now. “Look, today, I talked to a
reporter. It was a follow-up piece on my amnesia. She said it could
run this week. Do you think the Alarias will see it?”
    “ Oh, god,” James breathed. “What
paper?”
    “ The Boston Herald .”
    He swore. “They definitely could. Daniel works
at NYU. They have all kinds of papers in the library. You should
call them and ask them not to run it.”
    “ Are you sure? I mean…” Fiona
trailed off. Her argument with Troy didn’t make sense anymore.
She’d found someone from her past. She didn’t need the article
anymore. “Okay, I’ll call them.”
    “ Okay… I wish I could see you
again.”
    Fiona smiled. She wished the same thing. She
wanted to talk with him about the past until her throat hurt.
“Hannah might go to New York soon.”
    “ Oh, I don’t know if that’s a good
idea. The Alarias are here. They could be watching the
house.”
    “ It’s a huge city.” She and Hannah
had gotten lost there plenty of times, but Fiona usually got them
out by instinctively knowing which streets to take.
    “ I just don’t know, okay? The last
time I talked to the Alarias, they threatened to put a restraining
order on me if I told anyone about the Remus project.”
    “ Really?” Fiona was starting to
trust him, but maybe she shouldn’t. She kept bouncing between the
two: trust him or don’t, trust him or don’t.
    “ Yeah.”
    Pounding on the door made Fiona jump. Troy
shouted that dinner was ready.
    “ I should go,” Fiona told James.
“I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up before he could say much
else. She didn’t want him to say something like, ‘I love you.’ She
had no idea how she’d respond to that.
    She swung open her door, glaring at Troy.
“You’re very concerned about my nutrition.”
    “ Just come eat,” Troy said with
exasperation.
     
    * * *
     
    The next day, she called the medical
examiner’s office in New York. She paced around her bedroom as the
phone rang. She tried to piece together what she might
say.
    “ Hello?” a female voice
answered.
    “ Hi,” Fiona said, “I’m looking for
records on someone who died four months ago in
Manhattan.”
    “ I see. Are you on the list of
authorized individuals for this person?”
    “ Um, I don’t know.” Fiona couldn’t
explain she might be Elizabeth Normans when Elizabeth Normans was,
according to them, dead.
    “ What’s your name?”
    Fiona swallowed. “Sarah Roland.”
    “ Okay, and the
deceased?”
    “ Elizabeth Normans.”
    “ Her birthday?”
    “ April 3rd, 1991.” Fiona gasped,
putting a hand over her mouth. She’d seen the month and day on
Elizabeth’s Facebook profile, but she remembered the year on her
own. That made her twenty years old. She grinned.
    “ Let me check while I put you on
hold.”
    Fiona had accessed Elizabeth’s Facebook
account after finding an e-mail address that looked familiar. It
took nearly an hour of her