(Do they look triumphant about this?  Focused?  Worried?)

"Somehow, I'm another Jenwy Burell.  From another world.  I woke up here in the middle of last night - and, no, I don't know how."

They are angry and confused at once more than anything else.

"Well that'd explain you wanting to pretend to be Jenwy. What were you thinking of doing?"

She doesn't know what to do about the anger except answer their questions.

"Well, at first I thought I'd been stolen by fairies or time travelers - it doesn't actually happen - well, as far as I know - but there're a lot of books about it -"

"- and then I didn't know what was happening except this school felt like a weird utopia so I didn't know what would happen if I said who I was.  And then... it was sort of fun to pretend to be the Other Me, and by the time I got a sense of how this school was, it'd become a Project to pretend to be her..."

"... are you sure you don't have that here?  Given how I appeared who-knows-how?

"- sorry, but you were feeding me such a standard line!  And, uh, you don't have utopias either?"

(That one's probably a good thing.)

"Well I can't know if we have them but they're perfect at hiding. But if they're always keeping out of sight, why worry? You'd only need to worry about the mess they leave behind."

"And of course we don't have utopias, those are impossible!"

"You worry because they keep leaving messes!  And it's so fascinating -" (That was a standard line again.)

"- wait, utopias are impossible?"

"...we don't actually know if the mess comes from them, remember? Modus Tollens can only tell you anything when something didn't happen. Jenwy."

"And of course utopias are impossible! No society can ever be fully perfect."

"Oh, of course!  But I mean - it's a figure of speech for people who're trying to make a utopia.  And sometimes it's a decent try, but sometimes - well, maybe people who really believe in the idea still think it's decent."

(That's almost the most generous she can be toward them.)

"Doesn't everyone try to make a utopia?"

"... Maybe I guess you could say it that way?  But... most people don't try to blaze their own paths towards it.  They'll follow other paths as far as they go."

"That would be slightly different, wouldn't it?"

"...Do you have any idea of where you'd want to go next?"

Shrug.  It isn't different enough for her.

"Er... I guess you aren't going to say you know just who to talk to about making a worldgate to my old world now that I'm here?  Though I guess I don't even have my body from there; I didn't have anywhere near these muscles..."

"No why in the world would we be able to make a worldgate?"

"Because that's what happens next in half the books... and that's the only place something like this happens.  Happened.  So far."

"Why would reality be anything at all like books that aren't based on reality?"

"Because - because - well, it shouldn't unless the authors secretly came from other worlds just like I did, maybe, but I keep feeling like it should so I want to check..."

"- and if it isn't, then - you're not going to make me tell everyone I'm not Other Me, are you?"

"They'd think we're crazy and we have no reason to do that. So no."

"They'd think we're crazy and we have no reason to do that. So no."

"Good.  I... sort of feel I should tell Other Me's blood-parents and blood-sister... at least when I see them, but that's not going to be for a while, right?

"You would want to do that eventually, I trust? It's entirely your decision."

Oh good.  They're not forcing her.  And they aren't totally ignoring blood-parents here in this world.

"But before then... I'll want to change my course list, though I might wait a couple days first to get to know the classes... and I'll need to know more about Other Me's friends, if I'm going to keep on pretending to be her..."

"Well, we'll try to help you know your friends! Your... extremely new friends."