Air forcefield air forcefield!

Their forcefield is covered in the stuff, then.

"What happened?" asks Carol after she calms down enough. She seems to at some point have started clinging to Maurice.

"Um, did you have more brothers or sisters?"

"No...?"

"Oh. Then she might not remember you."

"oh."

"I'm sorry."

She'll just. Sit here. And cry quietly.

Maurice tentatively hugs and makes soothing noises.

Yeah that's a thing. She might cling harder.

Hannah revers to her usual silvery child form. "Should we wait for them to come or go home?"

"...I—I—"

Before she has the time to answer, though, the gray substance starts dissolving, quickly revealing a small squad of people in full body armor pointing high-tech-looking guns at them.

And amidst them, Claire Hewett, arms folded, looking annoyed. "May I have an explanation?"

She does not have Carol's accent.

The colours return to Maurice's skin. "Ah, this is a clone of your twin sister and she's lonely so we were going to ask if we could clone you to be her twin."

Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this. It only takes a moment for her to recover her wits, though, and she says, "I'm an only child."

(Carol cries harder.)

"Test her DNA, it's identical."

"As if that means anything."

"Why not?"

"Kid, whatever game you think you're playing, this is Vegas. You'll need to work a lot harder to start having a chance. Any reason I shouldn't call this in?"

(Extremely crying.)

"Because she's your sister damn it!"

Hannah appears to be in mild shock at Maurice's outburst.

She raises her wrist to her face and says, "Calling in three unidentified capes in my building, child-shaped, stranger changer shaker possibly thinker."

"We're from Faded Springs, if it helps." Is that sarcasm in Maurice's voice?

"Of course you are."

"Do you actually remember anything about your life?"

"I don't see how it's in my interests to continue to interact with you."