Uh oh indeed.

Janet stared helplessly at Sam, who stared back at her. The two stood in unison. When Janet tried to walk back to the car, Sam stepped forward and their knees collided. They frowned and stepped back. Janet tried to tamp down a panic attack as she realized they wouldn't even be able to leave the park like this. She **** herself to breathe and think.

An idea formed. "My name is Samantha Moore." They said in unison. She repeated herself more forcefully. "My name is Samantha Moore. I am not Janet Moore. I am Samantha Moore. I am Samantha Moore." She searched her sister's face. There was no sign of independence. "Sam, please. You've got to come back to me." Her sister's frail, plaintive tone underscored how powerless she felt.

Another thought occurred to her. She scanned the park. The ill-matched couple and the frisbee players had left, leaving them alone with the reading man. He seemed engrossed in his book and hadn't noticed their strange behavior. Grasping at straws, she closed her eyes and imagined the man. She focused on him and tried to picture a tether leaving her chest and snaking across the park. She imagined it approaching him, moving up his leg, and plunging into his chest.

Sam gasped as though she had been shocked. She blinked. "Janet?" She looked around. "What happened?"

Janet let out a stifled laugh. It worked! "Oh Sam, you're back! Thank God, I thought I had lost you!"

Sam grunted. "What was that? You could have killed me. I can't believe I was you for ten minutes." She scowled. "I always wondered how it feels to be a dumb bitch. Now I know."

This wasn't ideal, but it was better than her being a mindless mirror. "Uh, I think you're attached to that guy over there. Maybe you should detach so we can get back to working on getting you better."

Sam scoffed. "You know, you've had a lot of ideas but I've been taking all the risk. You keep fucking with my head and making me do crazy shit and I'm getting sick of it. I'm starting to think I should tackle this on my own." She slouched and pulled out her phone. "Maybe it's time for you to buzz off, sis."

Janet was starting to worry again. "Uh, I think that guy's getting in your head a little bit. Why don't you detach so we can talk about it?"

To her shock, Sam gave her a middle finger without looking up from her phone. "Why don't you eat me out?"

Janet grabbed her sister by the shoulders. "Hey, Sam, snap out of it! We need-"

Sam rudely shoved her back. Scowling, she stood. "Keep your hands off me, bitch. You may be a hot slut but even I'm not fucked up enough to go for my own sister. Unless Jerry wants it, I guess." She turned toward the old man. "Speaking of which, I ought to introduce myself. I think he'll be better company than you."

Janet followed quickly as she set off toward the older man, who was still oblivious to their presence.