You pushed open the front door, placing her bag by the entrance. Expecting the usual warmth of her girlfriend's embrace, she was instead met with an eerie silence. You walked down the hallway and into the living room, where she was met with a truly strange sight. There, sitting on the couch, were two Anamarias, completely identical from the pale green irises to the waist-high blue jeans.

The Anamarias turned to look at you, wearing identical expressions of relief and confusion. "You, thank goodness you're here," they said in unison, their voices blending into a single, unnerving chorus. The Anamarias shared a quick glance, seeming to reach an agreement non-verbally. The Anamaria on the left stood up and spoke first, "I just went down to that research center to participate in some experiment, but then suddenly there was two of me." The Anamaria on the right nodded, reaching into her pocket to take out a cigarette. She paused to light it and take a quick puff before adding, "It's true. We have no idea how this even happened."

This was impossible, yet here it was, undeniable. As you looked into the Anamarias' familiar, pleading eyes, she realized that she couldn't tell them apart. Every detail, every nuance of her had been perfectly replicated. The Anamarias clear their throat simultaneously, looking unsure and slightly uncomfortable, waiting for you to say something.