"Good morning, dummy.", the girl laughed to herself. Greeting yourself while you planned what you could do to screw up your other half's life was so funny - at least from her point of view. "Wanna go for a ride? Well, well. Let's see what you have been up to. Nothing interesting, I'll bet."<br/><br/>As she spoke, Mari - or someone very similar to her - sat on the bed and checked her injured leg. "Nice job, dummy. Really nice. Did you do it yourself?". She asked those questions even though she knew no answer would come.<br/><br/>With a slight limp, she walked to Mari's dresser and checked her stuff. "Didn't get anyone to fix the phone, eh? Not so clever, dummy. Well, well, what's that?", she inquired, as she picked up the necklace Mari had taken off to go to bed. "Such a cute little piece of junk. Suits you all right, dummy. I think I'll wear it, like a thank you for your services. It's kinda nice."<br/><br/>While still speaking, the girl went to check the clothes she could pick from. "So boring. Hardly any black here, and so... much... pink. We should go shopping, dummy.  Find something cute and all. Yeah. We'll do it, before I go to 'work'."<br/><br/>Mari changed into a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt - one of the very few she had - and put the necklace on before leaving. Her first few errands outside would be completely normal. Going to the mall, picking up some clothes, buying a pack of cigarettes - Mari didn't smoke, but her shadow self had other preferences - and having lunch. Only after lunch would things start changing a little.<br/><br/>After leaving the mall, instead of returning home, as would have been usual, "Mari" took a cab to a part of the city she would probably never go to as her own self. The place - if anyone tracking her happened to know it - was an abandoned train station, where many less than pleasant types used to hang out.