Remnants of my dream floated in my mind. The mirror, and the woman on the other side.I checked the time, and called the West Coast. Mom ought to be up...and about her day by now."Hello?" she answered."Hi mom. Hey, I have a really odd question for you. I don't want you to take this wrong in any way if I am completely off base here, but did I have a twin sister?" I said, trying to sound calm.There was a pause that said to me that she was formatting a response."Why would you ask such a thing, dear?". Sighing she shouldered her bag and headed toclass.* * * * * * * * * *Mercy stomped out of the school building. Classes were over for theday. That was something to celebrate. Yet Mercy was in an angry mood.She had to change the panties of the cheerleaders. Again. When wouldthey learn to not pick on her friends just because those might belesbians?"Mercy!"The shout pulled Mercy back from her angry thoughts. It was Mitch whocaught up with her."I would be grateful if you undo the change," he. "Please let there be some data processingwork on my job queue."But no, nothing. Nothing except more training videos.I fidgeted, not wanting to begin. Maybe if I just sat here quietly,then nothing would happen? Maybe it would all just go away?** Continue your educational curriculum? **The note flashed up on the screen.I sat staring at the note. I couldn't, I just couldn't. I knew if Iclicked "yes" and started the training, things would go downhill...very, very quickly.Ms. Jensdotter popped into. ”I laughed. “Not that I mind all that much. I assume there are others.”Paul nodded, “Near as I can tell, and one of my I.T. guys I swore to secrecy to scrutinize the situation, whoever did this picked a dozen photos off of Facebook and some other photo site you use, and used PhotoShop to make you a star. The same photos were used multiple times. There are about fifty photos on this site, but only about twelve pictures were used that are really you. In some, you can’t see faces, but the message.