I guess the most difficult thing in this crazy story is to accept the reality of it and get used to wearing Beth, my twin copy, clothes. The latter isn’t a big problem because we were the same size and she had good taste. I have six more days before the jump, and I must put all my memories together while they’re still fresh and painful. Yes, pain. I don’t know if I’ll feel it after the jump. It connects me to the past. My past. My life seems to be so long ago. Will I still be me if I lose it?
In any case, I’d better start my diary from the beginning.
I was in the car with Marco–my Mark’s copy–and my life disappeared51 in the rearview mirror52. When we put a couple of hundred miles between us and New York, he started to slow down. I had no more tears in me and was just staring out of the window thoughtlessly53.
The car stopped.
“Here’s where we’ll meet him,” Mark said.
“Who?”
“The man who knows the answers,” he said and opened the door. “Are you coming?”
“How do you know that man?” I asked Mark when we got out of the car.
“You told me about him. I mean, Beth. She found him a while ago or he found her. I’m not sure how that happened. In any case, he told us to bring her copy–you–to him. To save you.”