Amy knocked on Eight's door, for help. "Seven?" she asked.
"Yes," Amy said. "I want you to come look at this."
"Okay," Amy, Number Eight said. When she saw the dead corpse on the ground, she shrieked. "Who is it?"
"I don't know," Amy said. "I hope it's not…"
"Let's find out," Amy Eight said.
The two clones trembled as they made their way to room three, where Aly would be, if she were still alive. "Aly?" Amy shrieked, knocking on the door. "Are you there?"
"Amy?" she asked. "I mean, Seven?" Aly asked. "What are you doing here?" she asked, coming out of her room.
Amy and Eight breathed sighs of relief, and pointed towards the body. Having tuned into the commotion, Amy One was also out of her room, and gasped. Slowly, each girl who was still alive made their way out of their rooms. One, Two, Aly, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Eleven, Twelve, no Ten. No Aimee.
"Aimee!" Amy shrieked.
"Amy, Number Ten?" Two asked nervously. "You mean, the actress."
"Who cares?" Twelve asked. "I was getting sick of her anyway."
"That's not the point!" Amy yelled. "Don't you get it? They're trying to kill off the Amys who are not considered superior! Any one of us could be next."
Aly burst into tears. "It'll probably be me, since I'm not like you guys."
Amy had to know that Aly was probably right, but she was hardly about to say it in front of Aly, who was already frightened enough. "What are we going to do?" Aly asked Amy.
"I have no idea," Amy said.
"Five?" Aly asked hopefully.
"We're locked onto our floor. There's no way to escape," Five said defeatedly. "I don't see any windows around here either."
"Do you know, One?" Aly asked hopefully.
"I wish I could call Andy Eleven. He'd know what to do," she said dreamily.
"Oh,
cut the Andy business!" Eight said. "We
need a plan and a darn good one too!"
Just then, Sebastien and Annie
came into the room, holding guns.
"Seven, Thirteen, come with us."