You can never really go home...

It's been a while since I've commented here. What can I say? Being a genetically enhanced crime fighter by night and a computer programmer by day can really take up a lot of your time.

Trevor wants to take me to see the grandparents. Personally, I have some reservations. I mean, I've never even met them before. I asked him if he's told them about me. He seems to think that it's my job to break the news. Terrific. Men brandishing automatic weapons I can deal with. Telling an old couple that their granddaughter has actually been alive these past thirty plus years is something else altogether.

Maybe I can convince Kay to come with me. On second thought, maybe not. Finding out your dead granddaughter is alive is one thing. Finding out she has a clone is something else.

Well, I suppose it will have to be done eventually. Who knows, after the initial shock, it could be really nice having grandparents. Not to mention, they've got to be in their eighties by now. I may not have much time left to spend with them.

Ok, Trev. Bring it on.