At first she was just a shadow on the other side of the servery, a blip in the corner of my eye in Ascension. I thought I was seeing things. But it got weirder: people telling me I had conversations with them in places I had never been, professors saying that I had come to their office hours when I had been in other classes, people tagging me in photos at parties that I hadn’t attended. I thought I was going insane. That was, until a writer for The Thrill contacted me.