Zoe frowned, recognising the symptoms her brother was displaying. “Come on Jon, come with me.”
“Am...I...Jon?” He slurred as she pulled him along.
“Yeah,” she replied, pulling him through the crowd and into a side alley between two shops. “You really shouldn’t be put like this,” she said concerned. She pulled out her phone and dialled their mother. “If you’re not careful you could end up my identical twin or something,” she added carelessly.
“But I am your identical twin,” smiled Jon, his voice cracking.
Zoe turned in horror to watch as he morphed into her clone. Save for the clothing and makeup it was like looking in a mirror.
“Hello Zoe, having fun with your friends?” said their mother over the phone.
Zoe gulped and replied “Hi mom, we have, um, a situation. You know how when I was little I always wanted a sister? Well...”
