Dan had leaned over to plug in his phone when Shannon shrieked. He slammed the brakes instinctively, but it was too late. With a heart-shuddering thump, he hit the pair of figures.
They piled out, but Dan stopped when he caught a glimpse of the faces.
"It's... it's us, even the clothes," he said. "Shannon, what...?"
"Spies? Clones? Robots? Aliens?"
It all sounded plausible. Dan rubbed his cut lip. "At least we stopped them before they could replace us, or whatever they planned." He glanced down, but said nothing about the greenish-purple tinge to the fluid leaking out of him.
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