Door Number Eight - Door Number Four Shared Consciousness

Taylor woke up to a timid knock on the door, followed by a soft fumbling with the door handle. It was Christine, who was trying to balance a large box of jelly donuts and two cups of coffee. She entered, sheepishly, waiting for Taylor’s reaction.

“Peace offering?” she said, from behind the donut box.

“What gives?” Taylor asked, more curious than upset.

“I”m so sorry, Taylor! I realized yesterday afternoon it wasn’t you, it was that girl, Jessica, I told you she’s following Matt and his friend around like a shadow. Turns out I was wrong about which one of them she was after. Sowwy?” she took a comical Tweety bird pose to lighten the mood.

“Exactly how nuts are you? And how can you mistake me for Jessica?”

“What do you mean?” Christine said innocently.

“Well, for one, she’s a foot taller,” Taylor pointed out.

“I just saw them from a distance,” Christine explained.

“She’s blond! Like really Nordic!” Taylor pointed at her own skin and hair.

“People make mistakes,” Christine looked down. “Friends?” she asked.

“Sure,” her friend shrugged off the logical inconsistencies.