“So, let me get this straight. YOU’RE Benji Winters.”

“Yep.”

“But, I’m ALSO Benji Winters.”

“Uh, huh.”

“And there’s a THIRD Benji Winters right now in Chris and Cherry’s house, probably studying or gaming or whatever.”

“I mean, if that's how this works, then yeah, I suppose there are three of us, or three of me, running around right now."

The woman in front of me looked closely into the mirrors of the women's washrooms, admiring her reflection as if she was seeing herself for the first time. I had to admit, Grace Klaus was attractive in her own right, having kept her slender frame, silky brown hair and youthful complexion throughout the long years of adulthood. Her clothes, a black blouse and sand-coloured trousers, ruffled around her as she continued to spin around in place.

In the meantime, I watched her from the stalls, my lips turned upward in a smirk. Her mannerisms were so different from the demure woman that I had spent most of the day with. As I looked down at my own borrowed body, I wondered how I would react if I saw my own mother act the same way as I did.

"And you have NO idea how it happened?" 'Grace' then asked, turning to me with a curious look on her face.

I shrugged.

"Hey, I know only just as much as you do, though I'm still trying to figure it out. I just ... I just don't really feel good about this."

"Oh, and why would that be?" 'Grace' questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"I mean, I didn't really WANT to go on this trip in the first place, but I had to 'cause I didn't want Mom to look bad in front of her friends. But I ended up doing that anyway, and made them worry too much and then ... well ... look at you!"

The uncomfortable feeling I had felt earlier returned, and I began to tear up again, but 'Grace' came forward and put her hand on my cheek with a comforting smile.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to feel bad about it. In fact, I think this would be something quite good for you. For the both of us, even!”

“How so?”

“Think about it, you’re not liking the trip with Agatha and Grace so far, right?”

Despite my misgivings, I couldn’t help but nod.

“And why do …