Two Knuts, two Miracleman's (Miraclemen?). I look down. Only one of me- thank goodness I was seperated from my twin at birth. The porny, silly me is the only one Blood's going to have to deal with.

Aimee is at the window. Our Miracleman- the good one- is outside. He seems a little panicked. I shrug, make a quick request, and the house moves six feet sideways, bringing MiraclemanG and a pterodactyl inside, and leaving poor Hector halfway into the wall.

Making friends with the houses can be worth doing- and they're getting scared. //A shop in the center says it's got two gothygirls,// Dagfari reports. //I've got a very bad feeling here.//

'Go shave a Wookie,' I tell my Lucas-loving house, and help Hector out of the wall.

and help Hector out of the wall.

I don't know...he kinda looks funny with his leg and arm waving frantically.

I feel the guy's better out. He can't help eat Jell-O monsters with his face in the wall. So what? I have a soft spot for misunderstood bogerts.

Yeah, you're right. It just reminds me of my childhood. Our older sister was constantly doing that to him.

I'm glad to be able to bring back happy memories for you. You might want to dodge a little if you want to keep them, though.

Skootches over about 5 feet

realises that moving Aimée out of line of beak has put me in

moves aside quickly

Hey, Miracleman! Be more careful when you're having magical battles in enclosed spaces- you nearly deaded me!

The house lurches sideways, and Miracleman is back inside, along with a pterodactyl-looking thing whose wingspan should be longer than the room is wide, but then, I'm no interior decorator. Funny.

"Ye gods!" I bellow as the pterodactyl-thing exhales a stream of flame. Am-Chau sidesteps it, and only the draperies are set aflame.

"Hold, foul creature!" I advance on the winged monster. "It is time you faced a foe worthy of--"

He slaps me with a wing, and I am thrown into the wall. Through it, actually. As I fall towards the street outside I hear a faint screaming, and it sounds like the house.

//You've upset Carrie, now,// Dagfari complains. //Bogeymen in her walls, indeed?//

'Well I'm sorry if I've annoyed your girlfriend,' I answer crossly, 'but there really wasn't anything else to be done.'

"You know, you'd really think that for a place this size the bathroom would be bigger."

I jump. I've really become used to shaving in privacy. Just as well it's an electric shaver.

"I mean, cosy enough, but hardly built for company."

I'm especially not used to being interrupted by, well, myself. Honestly, mornings are already traumatic enough. I may never shave again. "True, though in fairness, I didn't expect it to become an issue."

"Indeed. Look, why don't I grab something to eat, and we can discuss the situation over breakfast?" With that he's off in the direction of the kitchen. I finish up - so very grateful that I don't shave immediately our of the shower.

Anyway, it gives me time to work out some relevant questions, so on reaching the dining table I can open the conversation. "I'd assume you're my evil twin or something, then?"

"What gave it away?"

"You're eating the Vegemite. From the jar."

He inspects the label. "I guess the mystery's gone out of our relationship, then."

"Yes, and about that: cliche and all, but just where do you see this thing going?"

"Am I always this brusque?"

"Morning's really aren't my best time."

"Fair enough. Mine either, really."

"Just for the record, in the future let's not do that."

"Right. So. What's my nefarious plan? That's the question?"

I nod.

"Well, I'm new around these parts, really... Ok, how's this for an idea: all that hardware we have in the back yard, why don't we try opening all the barriers, have a good old free-for-all?"

"It's not actually operational yet. Even if it were, I don't think that'd be a good idea. It'd be a nightmare if foreign species got into all the different ecosystems."

"Should I care about that?"

I consider. "Biodiversity, could come in handy later on. I'm gathering you don't really have anything set in concrete; may as well leave your options open, right?"

"Fair point. Ok, we won't do that. Of course, we could just let a bunch of them loose in Sang Sacre."

"It's still not operational, though. I won't be confident it won't all just blow up until next week."

"Pity. So no rampaging hordes then. Ah well, I can use the time to become better acquainted with this place."

"Now that's a good idea. Let me know what you find out, ok? I haven't really had a chance to get out much yet. ...Oh, and if you happen to turn anything up on what might have brought you stepping out of my mirror, I'd be much obliged."

"Do you a deal. I'll do the scouting thing, if you set up a guest bedroom for me. ...Preferably one with its own bathroom."

I ponder this. "You know, for an evil twin, you're being awfully reasonable."

He smiles. "Well, no sense in putting your blood pressure through the roof. Patience is a virtue, don't you agree?"

"Absolutely. Ok, you have a deal." We shake on it, and he departs. I ponder my options. So Sang Sacre's reputation for weirdness seems justified. Hopefully whatever's going on will sort itself out soon, and this whole duplication thing will be resolved. On the other hand... It could be useful having an evil twin about the place. After all, patience is a virtue, and I may as well leave my options open.

Half an hour later, I grab a few tools, and head out to inspect the perimeter fence.