The kiosk (which the city later closed) was well known as a trysting spot for the local gay community. While I was standing at the urinal relieving my...elf, Clyde walked in. He went into the stool beside the urinal and started doing the same thing.Glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was a dapper gray-haired gentleman. But Clyde was bolder than I am. He leaned over to the side and looked over the low wall that separated the stool from the urinal.“Nice,” he said.“Thanks,” was. .it was three identical girls. The very girls that we had all become."This is weird," Cassie exclaimed.I stared at the photo in surprise, then took a step back and took a nervous look around my room, suddenly noticing several other minor differences as well. My models were gone, replaced by several Beanie Babies. My poster of Christina Aguilera was gone as well, replaced by one of Orlando Bloom."This is getting REALLY weird," I commented, already realizing just how strange that very statement. Second, a proper generator equipped with automatic start when the power went out. We were in an area where power supply was problematic and I didn't want to rely on Hydro. My cell phone was marginal in that location so I broke down and bought a satellite phone. It was expensive to use, but I could use it anywhere in the world. I set up my own satellite receiving system for both television and my computer. I lived by the internet and I wanted something that I could rely upon. I set up my own. "What's wrong? Is Andrea okay?"She looked at me as if she was in pain, and then she started crying. Something horrible must have happened to her; she was in an awful state."She's fine, I'm the one with the problem," she told me, looking down and sniffling.I tried to calm her down, but soon her crying built to the point that she was sobbing. I unlocked the door and took her up to my apartment, wondering what she was crying about the whole way.We sat by my little kitchen table, and I got her some.