Lunge, envelopment!

Scream!

It is smothered! Dissasembly begins!

Well she can't do much, then, can she?

She will be spat out on her bed, absent the last few minutes of her memory, but a whole lot more of her earlier ones. A rudimentary Hannah body dresses her before reverting to dust.

"Hey, Carol, got something to show ya!"

"...what?"

He takes her by the hand, leading her along the beach to a rather uncomfortable looking Hannah. At her feet is a chamber not dissimilar to the one Carol and the other clones gestated in. 

"...what's that?"

"Your sister."

Her face opens in unabashed, unalloyed joys. "You convinced her? She's gonna be here?" Without waiting for the answers she runs towards the chamber to see if she can see anything inside it.

"Yeah, she's almost done."

The shadow of a child is visible in the opaque chamber.

She presses her face against the surface, visibly bouncing with anticipation.

Maurice joins her. "So what's she like?"

"She's—she's like—she's my sister and she's mine and—"

She doesn't seem to be able to produce any more coherent words.

Maurice steps back as the chamber beings expelling its occupant.

And its occupant is now being clung to by a very tearful small girl.

"Ah, hi."

The girl opens her eyes. "...Carol? What's going on? Why am I icky?"

"You're back you're back you're back you're here I love you please never leave me again you're here you're here," says teary-eyed twin.

"...I left?"

Hannah, all silvery because she might as well get that out of the way. "Um, you and your sister are in the future. In another world. She got here a few weeks back."

"Okay, that's two questions answered I guess. Why am I icky? And what."

"Oh, oh, can I explain?" Maurice asks Carol, jumping up and down.

Carol is way too nonverbal for this. Claire looks at her sister, rolls her eyes, then nods. "But first I want to not be icky. Also not naked. Why is everyone naked?"

Too late! Maurice has already begun the audio-visual extravaganza! A droplet of gold light flies up from sand, before exploding in mid-air into a menagerie of neon penguins, dolphins, faeries and mermaids. The stylised kind of mermaid he's encountered in Earth Bet art, with the more human-esque skin and the scaled flukes. The mermaids and faeries start singing, their voices almost stunningly loud and beautiful, their words transcribed in elegant caligraphic font across the sky.

The song quite succinctly explains the nature of cloning, Miracles, the rough geographic location of the island, and includes a rather loving paen to Zaneta, before finishing up with directions to the bathroom and water fountains, before the whole scene collapses into gold dust.  

"...So, want to wash off the slime in the ocean and I'll make you some clothes?"