The next morning, after telling them of the hypnosis, Natasha woke experiencing a strange sensation wash over her. Feeling lightheaded, she rested for a moment before pulling herself up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared at the clock. Something about it being three o’clock, but she couldn’t remember why she would be thinking about it or why it was important? Shrugging, she rose and made her way to the bathroom.
After showering and dressing she stared at her reflection closely wondering if she looked anything like Tilia once did. Were their features the same? Eyes, noses, hair color, height, and what about voices? Would they have sounded the same?
She brushed her hair, deciding she doesn’t look at all Egyptian. Her father was Nordic and her mother Australian. She had blond hair a
