C47 “This is where you grew up?” Sandra asked.

“Yes.” Sonja looked at the house they were standing in front of. Her hands trembled slightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Sandra smiled. “I’m here with you.”

Sonja smiled, too, but still looked a little uncertain. “But you aren’t me. Not even if you look like me.”

Sandra tilted her head to one side. “Give me your jacket.”

“Oh, Sandra, not again!” Sonja groaned