Of course it wasn't Jefferson. Jefferson would never dress like that, for one thing. And the multiverse wouldn't be generous enough to give Jefferson back to her, for another thing.

Fatima suppressed a sigh, taking the earbuds out of her ears.

Still, the resemblance was haunting. Same hair and eyes. Same nose. Same curl to the upper lip. SHe'd never get used to it.

"Sorry," she said, turning off her music. "You look like someone I knew."