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Did that mean he wasn't right on anything else? From the expression
on her face, it did. "You've got to expect me to be confused in the
beginning. Can't you really tell who I am?"
"I _can't_! You don't have the same personality at all." She glanced at
her arm. There was a bruise on it.
"Did I do that?" he asked.
"You did, though I'm sure you didn't mean to. I don't think you
realized how strong you were. Dan was always too gentle--he must have
been afraid of me. And _you_ weren't at all."
"Maybe I was impetuous," he said. "But it was such a long time."
"Almost three months. But most of that time you were floating in
gelatin in the regrowth tank, unconscious until yesterday." She
leaned forward and caressed his cheek. "Everything seems wrong, no
matter how hard I try to believe otherwise. You don't have the same
personality--you can't remember anything."
"And I have one brown eye and one green."
"It's not just that, darling. Go over to the mirror."
He had been seriously injured and he was still weak from the shock. He
got up and walked unsteadily to the mirror. "Now what?"
"Stand beside it. Do you see the line?" Erica pointed to the glass.