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“Rachel!” Allison smiled breathlessly as she rounded the corner. “I’m glad I found you, this place is like a maze. I could do with a map, but…”
She trailed off, taking in her friend’s clothes, and her amused, cruel smile, and raised eyebrow. A muddy brown uniform covered by a crisp white lab coat, an unfamiliar symbol plastered on it.
“Allison. I never expect this kind of impertinence from you.” Rachel’s eyes narrowed as she closed the distance between them. “Why are you here? I ordered you to fetch the latest reports from the lab.”
Rachel’s hands tugged on Allison’s scarf. She frowned.
“But you’re not Allison.”
Allison’s pulse was thumping loud in her ear. This icy expression on her friend’s face unnerved her. What had happened after they were separated?
“Of course I’m Allison! Rachel, what do you mean?”
“Professor.”
“What? Why?” Now she was frightened. This was light-years away from anything she could have predicted another universe to be.
“You will address me as Professor, not Rachel. Whoever you are.” Her eyes flicked down, searching Allison. “Section Leader Gilmore can be…rough, but he gets results.”
The Professor’s smile was that of a tiger, closing in on prey.