Ignoring Damia's warning, Mike snatched for the guitar and slid the strap over his shoulder. His newfound agility came in handy yet again, as the real Damia gaped in shock, unable to move, at her twin holding a red Gibson.
Mike just needed to convince Damia that they really were two copies of the same person now. He played the first song that came to mind: "I Am The Walrus" by The Beatles. The real Damia seemed to go into a slight trance as Mike sang, "I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together." Damia stretched her arm as if to touch Mike, but he sang on--and then something unbelievable began to happen.
Damia's fingers became partially translucent, and looked as if they were stretching out--wisps of her fingers, turning almost to smoke, wafted to Mike. He felt an eerie chill, like cold mist coating his body from head to toe, as he continued to the end of the song. Damia's whole arm was soon stretched thin, as her fingers were--ABSORBED into Mike!
Mike looked down in horror, and Damia shrieked as her head and shoulders pitched forward. There was a lurch and a bright white flash, and Mike staggered backward and fell to the floor. When he stood up and looked around, there was no trace of Damia...
...But why should there have been? He, or rather she, WAS Damia, wasn't she? But why did she remember being Mike Carson? Both sets of memories flooded her mind, and she gradually remembered everything, from both points of view.
"Well," she thought, "I suppose the best thing to do now would be..."