Double Image.

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            Molly woke up.  In a dumpster. Covered with Garbage.

            "Eughhh!" The 14 year old said, in horror, looking at her self.  She quickly leaped out of the dumpster, tripping and landing flat on her face in the alley. What was wrong with her?  Her backside felt like it was freezing in the breeze.

            "I feel…awful."  Molly said, leaning against the dumpster. She felt worse than when she'd caught pneumonia and mom had taken her in to the hospital.  Her stomach lurched, and she shuddered, barely catching herself before she  puked all over her… hospital gown?  The type that had no back…

            "EEP!"  Molly quickly spun around putting her back to the wall, and peered down the dark alley to make certain she hadn't given anybody a free show.  Where was she? Where were her clothes?  It was dark out, and that meant it was well past 8-- on a school night.  She was so dead….  Molly looked around, found a ragged, bad smelling piece of fabric that wasn't too rancid, and used it to cover herself.  Then she set off…for home.  At least on a weekday there wouldn't be too many people to see her.

            Molly managed to make it home with no accidents, fortunately, although she felt even worse.  She went up the stairs nonetheless-- Mom was going to kill her anyway, but it would be worse if she scared someone into a heart attack-- or calling the police.   Up at the landing, she briefly confronted her lack of a key, but quickly when to the hiding place where Mom kept the spare.    Opening the door, Molly peered into the darkness, before snapping the light on.

            "Mom?" Molly called softly.  No way would Mom be in bed-- maybe she was with Baloo?  Maybe they were looking for her?  Molly started to the phone, but a warning lurch from her stomach stopped her, and a look in the mirror did more than that.

            She was awful-- stuff was in her hair, and her eyes looked shadowed… if Mom saw her, and the clothes (or lack thereof) she was in, Grounding would be the least she could expect.  A horrible thought hit Molly-- some of the kids had been joking about getting drunk and making dares-- was this what people meant when they said hangover?  She did know that sometimes people couldn't remember what had happened.

            "Oh God…I'm dead twice over." She moaned, if that had been the reason. Molly stopped herself. First, take a quick shower and get presentable, so that most of the evidence was absent, than call Higher For Hire, and take her medicine…and in the meantime try to remember what had happened.

             Molly ran to her room, after stripping off the awful clothes and shoving them down the trash can, and after grabbing her robe, ran to the shower.  In a moment, the sound of splashing water filled the bathroom.

            The door to the apartment opened, and Rebecca walked in, and paused. She could have sworn that she'd left the lights off.

            "Molly honey, did you leave the lights on?"  Her daughter looked up at the light and shrugged in confusion.  Molly didn't need more than one of Becky's "Electricity is money young lady!" lectures to remember to turn off the lights.

            "No mom."  Molly said.  "But maybe we both forgot-- remember why we had to leave."    Becky nodded.  Baloo had been late again-- and this time with a load of "top secret Thembrian secrets" according to that odious little Spigot.  Then when they'd gotten it to the location, the fact that they were missing a single signature on form 111-3a/b forced them to come all the way back and lock it in the warehouse.  That was two days ago, and Spigot had been there the whole time.  Now, they'd finally gotten the load out, and Spigot out of their hair, even though he'd especially yelled at Molly.

            "I wondered why he was so angry?"  Molly said, "I'd just touched on of the boxes."

            "I don't know, honey, but you know Thembrians."  Molly nodded.  "I'm going to put a pot of water on Molly-- you should get ready for bed."

            "Mom…It's Friday!" Molly protested.

            "And staying up late will help you, how?" Rebecca asked, "Besides being tired tomorrow, so you oversleep."  Molly paused, and laughed at that.

            "OK, Mom." She said, heading towards her room.        Half way there, she noticed that the door to the bathroom was open, and there was…water on the floor? Molly blinked. How could that be?  They hadn't been here all day!  She turned and looked at the carpet, the faint impression of damp footprints leading a trail into her room. Silently, Molly followed it.  The light was on in her room as well, and Molly stepped in, to see who was in her room.  The first thing she noticed was that her bathrobe, the good one, was lying on the bed used.  That banished any fear-- someone was going to die.

            Turning around, she blinked.  There she was, looking back at her.

            "I didn't put a mirror here… " Molly said to herself and reached out a finger.

            She noticed three things.

1. That the figure in the mirror had her hair up in a towel.

2. That the figure had mirrored Molly's motion, raising a finger.

3. And that when the two fingers touched, Molly felt warm flesh, not a cold mirrored surface.

To be continued.