A week soon passed, and I found myself masquerading as the Lutece twins' younger sister, Robin. It was a simpler explanation, than saying the twins post-mortem handed me the key to their house and said have at it. If anyone actually bothered to look into this story, unfortunately, they would find nothing on it, but as I had grown a lot healthier these past few days, I knew abandoning the lab was possible, should I need to escape angry relatives or the like.

I was just about to remove my bandages when such an inquisitive soul decided to knock on the door. Throwing a blanket over my shoulders, I bolted down the stairs to answer. Before me stood a man, likely in his late twenties, clean shaven. I immediately did not trust him for his suit was just a tad too perfect, and his smile a tad too wide.

"Hello," The man stook out his hand, I hesitantly shook it, "I'm Archibald Winfried from The Bank of the Prophet. Rumour has it you're the younger sister of the Lutece twins."

"Yes?" I starred the the creases between the man's eyes.

He held out a clipboard, "Anywho, as a Lutece you would be the only heir to their finances."

"Well, that's nice," I mentally groaned. All I wanted to do was close the door in this man's "oh so happy" face. He spelled out trouble, if I ever saw it.

"It would be, Miss, if it weren't for the fact that we can't find a single detail of you on record," the man pulled out a pen, "If you would like we could search deeper into the matter."

"The money isn't that important to me," I started to close the door. I did not want to end up in court for not existing.

"Really? It would be no hassle at all if I could-" it was too late. I had already shut the door, leaving the boy to stand there in confusion. I didn't need money, not when every Tom, Dick, and Harry left their cash on the street here.

Returning to my business, I made sure to lock the door extra tight, and to cover all of the windows. If I were going to remove the bandages, it would not do to be ruined by a common peeping tom. At least they didn't sell that plasmid here. I chuckled inwardly at my own joke, before grabbing a pair of scissors from the lab and running upstairs to the bedroom.

I slowly snipped away the bandages as best I could, attempting to not cut the feathers pressed against my restraints. What I had hoped would take a couple minutes ended up lasting half an hour at the least. The sun had set, and I had to massage my poor arms, all stretched out from trying to reach the feathered growths. Now, though, I could finally see what that scientist had done. I could know if his vast invasion of my rights as a human being were worth it, know if I were a "beauty" as he always said I was.

I turned to the mirror, ready to see bloody and mangled bits of bone and down sticking out of my spine, but the doctor had not been lying. If anything, his additions were aesthetically stunning, although the practicality had yet to be proven. I had white wings, like that of an angel. While the citizens of Columbia would often criticize me being a lady, and keeping short hair, or my preference for boy's trousers, I think even they would be stunned into silence with these. Of course, I would not be making any public displays. No. That could only lead to trouble. It had already been decided that I would spend the rest of my days as a hermit. I left my reflection, knowing it would still be there, should I wish to examine my additions in further detail. That was when, just my luck, I ran into the still living Lutece twins.

"You again?" I smirked. These two were certainly entertaining.

"Us" Rosalind nodded

Robert took over, "Asking should you"

"Stay in," The female Lutece tossed a package in my direction. I caught it.

"Or out?" They gestured to a window.

"In" Rosalind rested against the wall.

"Or out?" Robert opened the window.

"That is my decision to make, you two," I maintained eye contact with Rosalind, hoping that perhaps, if I were to continue to look at them, I would be able to keep them from winking out of existence, as they did last time, "But I think it's my turn to ask a question?"

The Luteces remained silent, perhaps waiting for an escape, for me to blink, or for one of them to leave my sight, either way, I did not back down. Mysteries be damned. The issue came, however, when I realized I didn't have a question to ask! I had hundreds, and picking just one was so difficult, especially when my eyes were going dry.

I just had to pick one, so I blurted out "Can you guys eat?" Really? Out of all of the questions I could ask, I had to pick that one? I let light tears come to my eyes. Stupid!

"We never tried," Rosalind blinked, surprised I asked such a mundane question, I suppose. Maybe they didn't know as much as I thought they did?

Robert chuckled, "Why do you ask?"

"I was curious?" It wasn't a lie, though I did not mention my own social ineptitude, "Would you like to try at some point?"

"Is this an invitation?" Rosalind questioned, obviously the more serious of the two.

"If you would be interested?" What did I just get myself into?

"I would very much enjoy that," Robert smiled. Odd I never did consider these two might have varying opinions. They were just so. . . similar.

"But not today," Rosalind grabbed her brother by the shoulder, "We must not, will not stay here too long."

"We did not stay here too long," Robert sighed, clearly frustrated with what seemed to be some kind of future truth, "But we did spend an hour with the girl on Tuesday evening."

"That remains to be seen," Rosalind nodded, and with the next blink they were gone.

Those two. I liked them, but the power they seemed to hold was scary to say the least. Had I felt comfortable snooping through their books, perhaps I could understand their unique logic, but I was too terrified. Already, I lived with an unknown machine sticking out of the bedroom floor, and furniture that disappeared and reappeared throughout the house. What if I discovered something far worse? What if I found out they were just like the doctor that ruined me? This was something I'd just have to get over, but I certainly didn't want to.

I looked down to the box in hand. This would be the first thing I examined. It's not like it was stealing. They had given me the house, and that implied all of the stuff that went with it. Already, I used their bed, their clothes, this was no different. Taking a calming breath, I pulled at the brown paper, to reveal a Voxophone labelled "From Constance Field."