Before anyone notices we’re missing from the reunion, Marissa, look—our senior-year yearbook! Remember our loner friend Trish? There’s her headshot, four below yours. But look at the headshot next to it. Put your thumb over the bangs—exactly, that’s also Trish. So’s the girl next to her. The more you look, the more you realize…everyone in the yearbook was Marisa. Even the guys—even the teachers. Look up at me now, Marissa. Don’t try to run—every door in this school has been padlocked shut. That’s right, I’m Trish too. Now, look in the mirror. I have a feeling you’ll recognize the face.