“Cheren? Are you in?” Lucretia knocks on the doorframe, leaning in the doorway. Almost immediately another Lucretia walks up behind her, perhaps a little older-looking (which is strange-- don’t most of the doubles look younger?)

“I wanted to let you know that I’ve heard from the higher-ups-- if students ask, we’re to excuse them for the duration of the...” she gestures to the other Lucretia, who shrugs.