Before I met Joseph,Bryan, and Cindy I had a little of my own dark time. Prior to that I had been living around a fake version of you, Emily, who was like you in every way. Now to tell this story perhaps I should start after the police retrieved the fake you. What should I call her? The fake Emily, no. Emily 2? Well, that would be fitting.

"Who was the man?" I asked Emily 2.

"I don't know," Emily 2 lied, going through her hair acting scared.

You would have lied to me who this man was, don't deny it.

"But you acted like you knew him," I said.

"I was improvising," Emily 2 said. "There are probably lots of people out in this world who resemble me."

"If only that were true," I said. "And I still did not open a bank account."

Emily 2 laughs.

"Perhaps you can do it online," Emily 2 said, going over to the closet.

I watch Emily 2 puzzled by how a closet can be a doorway to online banking.

"Through the closet; no," I said.

Emily 2 shook her head, opening the closet door.

"I recently got a set of new computers," Emily 2 said, taking out a small portable laptop from the top part of the closet. "This works much faster than your old computer."

I look over to see the otherwise fine and not dented computer.

"What is wrong with this?" I ask, pointing over to the black large laptop on the counter.

Emily 2 had a short amused laugh closing the door.

"That was made in 2011," Emily 2 said,coming over. "This," She put down the new laptop on the living room table. "Was made in 2014 and is specifically made to do banking."

Now I never knew you to be the math kind of person preferring to use the computer but it was rather new to me. Oh wait, you are a math whiz? How convinient for the fake to inherit that. So I get on the laptop, with some help from Emily 2, and set up a bank account. You were cooking some thing that has since been much of a puzzle to me. Oh, sorry, she seemed so much like you.

"Why do you not have a wound on your head from the gun's butt?" I ask.

"Because I am me," Emily 2 said, cutting some carrots and dropping them into the steamy bowl.

I slid the new computer under the couch and take the 2011 model out.

"That does not explain your quick recovery," I said.

"Buttercups do," Emily 2 lied.

"Do not," I said.

"Buttercups are naturally nice flavored and they can help healing quicken," Emily 2 lied, terribly.

"You are not a good liar," I said.

"Well, I am wearing a wig," Emily 2 lied, tapping her high heels on the floor lightly.

"Again, you are terrible at it," I said.

"He didn't hit that hard," Emily 2 said.

Yes Emily, you tap your high heels on the floor whenever you are intentionally lying to me. You think you do not notice but I do. What about the other times?, you ask. You didn't tap your high heels on the floor. Sometimes I do not pay attention to your high heels because most of the time you are lying and I can call you out on it.

"But it knocked you out," I said. "I saw you fall and land on your side."

Emily 2 looks over towards me.

"It may have been hard," Emily 2 said. "But not enough to hurt me."

Emily, he did hit you by the gun's butt at the head. Stop laughing. How is that even funny? Everyone calls the square edge to the bottom of the gun by 'butt', it is not very uncommon. You called it 'butt' once! Are you telling me I have been taking the word out of context for a year?

I roll an eye thinking what else she could have been but none of them explained why you were so secretive and very reluctant to tell.

None of them, really, none of them answered.