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glasses. She peered at me through them.
    “It appears the Commandant is having an RA.”
    “No,” Zac said. “It’s probably the drugs wearing off.” He crouched down next to me, a serious look on his face. “Keep your mouth shut, Tyler,” he hissed through closed teeth.
    He helped me to my feet. I couldn’t take my eyes off Frankie.
    “I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, stepping forward. She reached a hand out to touch my eye, and I slapped it away.
    “Don’t you touch me,” I snapped. “You evil, manipulative…”
    “Repeat after me,” she said, cutting me off. “I am here, I am now.”
    “What? What are you on about? You did this. This war, all of it is down to you.”
    She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen torch, which she shone in my eye. I pushed her hand away again.
    “If you keep struggling, I am going to have to sedate you. You are having a reality attack; do you understand what that means?” She pushed her glasses up onto her head, pulling her hair back from her forehead. The Frankie I had known had a scar running below her hairline. It was the same scar I’d seen on the head of every member of Project Ganymede, from the operation that had given them the power to Shift back. But the woman in front of me didn’t have it. Her forehead was as smooth as marble.
    “I said, do you understand what that means?” she repeated.
    I kept staring at where the scar should be. No scar meant no operation. Which meant no power. I took a deep breath and nodded.
    “Do you know who I am?”
    “You are Frankie Anderson.”
    “Anderson?” she said, a dark eyebrow hitching. “Captain Black, can you give me a moment with the Commandant?”
    Zac hesitated. “I’m not sure…”
    “I will have you removed if I have to.”
    “All right,” Zac threw his hands up in defeat “but he’s supposed to report to–”
    “I’ll decide when he’s fit enough to report anywhere. Off you go now.” She scooted Zac away. He threw me a look from over her shoulder and pressed his finger to his lips. He was telling me to keep my mouth shut.
    Frankie twisted the torch off, placed it back in her pocket, and then folded her arms. “I’m Doctor Goodwin. Anderson was my previous husband’s name. How did you know that?”
    “I’ve read all your files,” I said, scowling at her.
    “Which files?”
    “From Project Ganymede.”
    She blinked. “Where have I heard that name? Oh yes, the programme Doctor Lawrence ran before the war. Something about reinitiating the Shifting power. He tried to recruit me.”
    “Tried to?” I said.
    “Yes, but I said no. There were too many unknowables for my liking. I entered medical training instead.”
    “Oh, yeah?” I said. “Then what about Pandora Worldwide?”
    “Never heard of it.”
    “Liar! You turned children into killers just to play your political games.”
    She uncrossed her arms and gave me a patient if patronising look. “I can assure you I have absolutely no interest in politics. And my only interaction with children is to see that they get better. Which is what I would like to do for you, if you would let me.”
    “No.” I was so confused. Could it be possible that the decision I’d forced Frankie to undo as we fell from the top of the Shard had led to this? Her as a doctor? Helping children, not using them? I wasn’t ready to believe it. “You can’t trick me again.”
    “OK, Commandant Tyler. Let’s put your concerns with me aside for a moment. What else do you remember from your old reality?
    “There was no war.”
    She sighed. “No wonder you are struggling to accept the Shift.”
    “I’m not struggling to accept it! I’m just not going to stay here.” I tried to tug the IV out of my arm, when Frankie gently pushed my hands away and did it for me, pressing a small bud of cotton wool over the puncture wound.
    “You plan on Shifting to an alternative reality that is closer to your old one?”
    I nodded, resenting the whirlwind in