Mel wrapped herself in a blanket and appeared to fall asleep almost immediately. Elijah soon after. I moved to the window seat in the row behind them and looked out at the dark sky. My mind raced. I couldn’t sleep. Where were we going? What was Elijah planning to do with me? What was happening to Rachel? I went over and over these questions in my head, my imagination finding no answers that brought me any peace. My thoughts kept returning to what Elijah had told me yesterday. I was a clone. More . . . I was Elijah’s clone. But what did that mean? How much of Elijah was really in me? I didn’t want to be like him. He was cold and cruel and violent. And yet he was also powerful – not just because of the guards he was surrounded by. In spite of myself, I had to admire the way he commanded a room by walking into it. Then again, he was also a scientific genius, which I certainly showed no sign of becoming. How could we be made from the same DNA and yet appear to be so different?
