Annie looked at her sister. “This isn’t real, none of this is real.”

Clarissa smirked. “Gee, you think? I mean, dead siblings don’t usually return from the dead. It’s kind of a one way pass, don’t you think?”

Annie scoffed and waved her hand around the car. “Then why this, huh? Why here?”

Clarissa sat up straight. “Why not this? Why not here? What? Would you prefer something more like,” she snapped her fingers, “this?”

Annie’s eyes widened and a gasp escaped from her mouth. Her father was leaning prone over the steering wheel. Smoke streamed from the crunched front end of the car. Rain dotted the windshield and a spider-webbed crack spread over the front passenger’s seat. Annie peeked over the back of the seat. Clarissa, the real Clarissa, lay slumped in her seat. Blood matted her hair, blood seeped from her nose. Her eyes were open and blank.

Clarissa leaned forward and peered at the lifeless figure in the passenger seat. “I have to admit, not my greatest look.”