She returned from the lavatory, drying her hands more thoroughly on her pants. The paper towels in the airplane bathroom were woefully inadequate for the job.<br/><br/><br/>She smacked Tank's shoulder with a warm smile, then moved to her own seat to relax and catch a nap before landing. Before making it to her own chair, something on the floor caught her eyes. Pausing beside Marcus's slumbering body, she knelt on the harsh carpet. A picture lay on the floor, looking as though it had been dropped from his hand as he fell asleep. She picked it up, about to place it on his lap for retrieval when he woke up, until the sight of it caught her attention.<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed "What the-..."  She lifted the picture for a closer look, a confused expression coloring her face.  The girl in the photo could have been her doppelganger, except for the eyes. This girl had brown...Mea's were blue. Same complexion, same nose, the same dimple in her left cheek. It was eerie, staring into a picture that seemed like it had been taken of her.<br/><br/>Slowly, she allowed her hand to fall, studying Marcus's face for a long tense moment, then carefully put the picture back into one of his biosuit's chest pockets.<br/><br/>Mea nodded to one of the flight attendants, then murmured "Wake me before we get to Atlanta."