Three thousand years, thirteen regenerations — it gets hard to think up faces. After the first few you sort of… plagiarise a bit. Or, in this case, all together.
She really was fantastically attractive. Call it narcissism. Perhaps transferred through osmosis, no? Something to dwell upon later.
”This is awkward.”
"Just a bit."
Alice is a woman of science, and immediately, her mind begins clawing at reasons. Time travel? Doppelganger theory? Some bizarre genetic coincidence?
No, she decides. It must be something more mundane.
"My hospital records don't mention a twin, but it wouldn't be the first time my parents have kept something from me."
It's the only reasonable explanation.












