We are back at school, and Jane has been reinstated as headmistress. Duplicate Jane, along with the other Duplicates who were rebooted, have abandoned their roles and are searching for their real identities, as individuals. Many of them have expressed how directionless they feel—and all of them are, in a way, displaced. Jaeger has invited them to live on his farm, and some have found temporary homes, oddly enough, with their originals. I don’t know what the future will hold for them, but I make a promise to myself to help them figure that out, as soon as I graduate.

The blank Duplicates from Pollux didn’t survive. Victims of the explosion, they didn’t make it off the island. I am deeply sad about that, but I know there was no alternative. The real Gravelle died of his gunshot wound. Seymour perished with my Duplicate and Levi’s clone, passing out from smoke inhalation before being consumed by flames.

As for the DNA parents, most have a new lease on their old lives, having been away from their families and jobs and homes for months. Madison has credited Maude with saving her life. And, since Ansel’s heroic rescue of Madison from the cage, the two have started up a relationship of sorts. They were recently caught kissing in the science lab when Madison was visiting for the weekend. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the idea of them as a couple. I hope it means that Madison’s really changed.

Our private memorial for Theodora is scheduled for tonight, on the shore of the lake. Ollie, Levi, Ansel, Maude, Jago, Pru, Pippa and I will celebrate her life. It will just be us there, those who knew her best…and Tessa. She’s been so broken up by her Similar’s death, she’s come back to Darkwood with us and has been sleeping on the floor by Theodora’s empty bed, paying tribute in her own way to the girl who had the potential to be like a sister, but whom she never got the chance to really know and love.

Ollie meets me before the memorial for Theodora in the courtyard outside Cypress. We haven’t talked much since we got back, but I’ve felt his unconditional support in the wake of my father’s death. I hear him walking up and turn to watch him ambling toward me, his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of a light wool coat. I missed Ollie so much last year, it hurt like a cracked rib. Being with Levi, falling so deeply for him while we were on Castor, didn’t lessen the pain I felt at being separated once more from my best friend. We were robbed of our junior year together, and then we lost our senior year too. I’ll never get those years with him back, and it’s a pain that still haunts me.