After cloning herself , she named her own clone ‘Clo’ as if ‘Clo’ for clone . Both became very best friends . But they had one problem …

Trish : ‘Clo’ for clone . We are twins . No, even closer than that . Clo is made of me , from me. We are one . Except that there are two of us – which is tricky . I mean , suppose Dad put his around the door and saw two Trishes instead of one ! But I’ve solved that . My cabin door leads to an identical cabin next door in a split second . The next door cabin is empty , of course – all the cabins are . They won’t be filled until the return trip from Trion . So I sleep here , Clo sleeps there .

Trish : Clothes , food , toothbrushes ? Well , yes , I now need two of everything – but the ship is loaded with stores . Nobody cares or notices an extra toothbrush or an extra towel . In fact , everything’s fine as long as we don’t both appear at the same place at the same time ! We simply arranged not too . Though just the other night , we nearly made a big mistake …