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madness, suddenly becomes the right thing to do. That’s how it was for this woman. Whatever the other options that she’d been given, it was better for her
to be in this plain office.
    It was a sensible thing to have been injected with a device that she
didn’t understand, by a man she barely knew in a place she’d never
heard of. If this was the best choice, somebody observing these events would be
forgiven for asking how bad the alternatives were.
Holiday Arrangements
    The logo on the holiday email didn’t trouble me so much at the time.
I think I saw it more as a coincidence than a clue.
With hindsight, it was a very strong clue. To be honest, it was a bit careless, almost like an in-joke that could
have given the game away. But without being able to fast forward to the end, it didn’t seem
significant.
    How many times have you seen something or somebody that
reminded you of something else? There’s nothing completely original in this world.
So if one logo looks fairly similar to another, it’s not a big deal.
Unless you get caught up in the events that we did of course.

Chapter Six
Connection
I can’t be sure if the sirens have stopped or if it’s just that the doors to
the bunker are so heavy that I can no longer hear them. That last view of Mum running towards the doors is troubling me.
That can’t have been Nat, I must be imagining it.
Anyway, Nat would be completely different now, three years older,
just like me. I’d certainly changed in the past three years.
    I was much taller for a start, taller than Mum and almost as tall as Dad.
This seemed to excite Mum and Dad beyond my comprehension. They’d always be saying things like ‘I’m sure you’ve grown overnight’
or ‘You’re almost as big as me now’. Personally, I didn’t really notice, nor did I particularly care. My hair had got darker and I wore it shorter than when I was a kid
too. So, if the positions were reversed, would Nat recognise me now?
It would be like one of those photo-fits that you see on the TV, where
they age people who have gone missing. You take a look at the photo-fit and you can kind of recognise the
original person in there. But if you saw them in a crowded place, would you really be able to
spot them?
    I couldn’t be sure, and anyway, it’s ridiculous, Nat died three years
ago, I was there. It must be my mind playing tricks on me, I’ve been alone in this dark
corridor too long. I’m scared, disorientated and exhausted. No, it wasn’t the sight of the person that was with Mum that made me
think that it was Nat, it was not a visual recognition. Nat and I were twins and we’d always had a connection.
    The day I saw Nat carried away in the ambulance, that connection had
been broken, like a laptop losing a wireless signal and desperately
trying to reconnect. When Nat died the signal died.
I can’t be sure who it was outside those doors with Mum. One thing I do know with complete certainty though.
When I spotted that person with Mum in the distance, something very
strange happened. For the briefest moment, that connection came back online.
Twins
    I can’t quite remember when I started having ‘difficulties’ at school.
After Nat’s funeral, Mum and Dad were keen to get everything back to
normal. Of course there was no ‘normal’ anymore, not without Nat.
It hit me hardest I think.
I may be wrong, but seen through my nine year old eyes, everybody
else seemed to adjust quite quickly.
    I suppose you can’t cry all the time, at some point, you have to get
back to the things that you did before the death. Even though you carry that empty feeling inside you.
I knew Mum and Dad were sad, but it was hidden by the routines of
daily life. Piling dirty washing into the machine.
Putting the used plates into the dishwasher. Cutting the grass and weeding the flower beds.
Trivial, stupid things force grief aside and demand to be done.
And so it was in our house.
    But I was struggling.
I don’t