My clothes were dirty with...soot? I don't know why, and I don't bother asking, but I do ask to take a shower in her shower big enough to have a party in...not that anyone would. I took a shower, which had shower heads on every side, and you could change the temperature with your voice. I picked up the clothes of her's that I laid out. The least girliest clothes I could find, some jeans and a plain black tee shirt. I stepped out of her bathroom, and I saw Mariah 2 on her bed. She was sobbing harded than I've seen anyone sob. Her hands covered her face.
"I know we hardly know each other, but you can tell me anything." I say, "I feel like we are somehow connected."
She looked up at me, "We are," she said, " I am you." I looked up and saw the seriousness across her face. Across my face, actually. "My mother," She said, "Your mother, she didn't die, according to her, you did. You were a little brunette baby, and your father's mother stole you away, she bleached your hair, and changed your middle and last name. SHe even, somehow, changed your birth certificate, Im sorry."