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morning to guess her password, but when
she logged in, she couldn’t believe how familiar everything was:
her friends’ names, including Sarah Roland; the status updates; the
pictures. She felt sure this had been her profile once, but she
couldn’t escape the body the medical examiner had identified as
Elizabeth Normans.
    There was a knock on her door.
Fiona opened it a crack to see Troy standing in the hallway. Was
he ever at his own
house?
    “ Hey, you want to see a movie with
Hannah and I tonight?” Troy asked.
    “ Uh, yeah, sure,” Fiona said. “What
are you going to see?”
    “ I don’t know yet. Who are you
talking to?”
    “ The Social Security office. I need
to make another appointment.”
    Troy nodded, staring at the phone.
    “ What are you staring at?” Fiona
asked, furrowing her brow.
    The woman came back on the line. “I’m sorry,
Sarah.”
    Fiona held up her pointer finger to Troy and
shut the door.
    “– But you’re not on the list of
next of kin or authorized individuals to have access to Miss
Normans’s records.”
    “ Oh. Oh, well, that’s fine. I’ll
talk to someone who does.” She paused, wondering if the
receptionist would tell her who did.
    “ Okay, then,” the woman said.
“Thank you.”
    She hung up before Fiona had a chance to say
anything else. Fiona sighed. She opened the door, and Troy stood in
the exact same spot. “Make that new appointment?” he
asked.
    “ Yeah,” she said, narrowing her
eyes at him. “So, what are you guys seeing?”
     
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    Fiona sat in the living room, staring out the
window and turning over the events of the last few days. She’d
researched Elizabeth Normans and human replication as much as she
could. She’d memorized the events of the fire and Daniel’s car
wreck according to the news articles.
    She’d spent hours at the library or
on the computer researching human replication. She could maybe see how it could be
possible, if science advanced ten, maybe twenty, years. She
practically had that article in American
Physics memorized, and she wished she could
read their full report. What she would give to be in that lab in
New York.
    Fiona kept hoping James’s black car would roll
up in front of her house. It had been three days, but it felt like
years. She’d called him once each day, and they’d had short
conversations, but he said he didn’t know much about the Alarias at
the moment. He also didn’t know anything about Elizabeth’s death
records. She was tired of waiting. She’d have to get a bus ticket
to New York if Hannah wasn’t going for a meeting soon.
    She’d called the Boston Herald half a
dozen times, but the reporter had never answered. Was she ignoring
her calls? No, she must be paranoid. Who wouldn’t be after hearing
a theory that her parents were killed?
    Hannah came home early afternoon. “Hey, how
was your day?”
    “ Boring,” Fiona said. “How was
yours?”
    “ It was all right.” Hannah dropped
her briefcase by the couch. “I’m going to New York for a meeting
tomorrow.”
    Fiona sat up, her eyes wide.
“Really?”
    “ Yeah,” Hannah said, smiling. “You
still want to come, right?”
    “ Yes!”
    Hannah walked toward the kitchen. “Cool, we’ll
see a movie or something.”
    The next day, they left around
seven for Hannah’s noon appointment. Fiona chewed on her lip as
they moved down the interstate. She had only been in the city
riding in Hannah’s car, but she was going to attempt the metro
system today to find Elmscott Avenue. She
usually had a good sense of direction, but the thought of
navigating around New York City by herself still made her
nervous.
    “ So, what are you going to do while
I’m in my meetings?” Hannah asked.
    Fiona shrugged. “Probably go
window-shopping.”
    “ You want some money?”
    “ Oh, Hannah, it’s okay. I have some
money for the bus.”
    Hannah fished around in her purse, swerving a
bit.
    Chuckling, Fiona said, “Hannah, just
drive!”
    Hannah handed