Quinn had finally put her life back together after succumbing to depression and a string of bad choices that had nearly done her in at the start of her senior year. She'd gotten out of McKinley and made it all the way to Yale on early admissions, but was now here in prison of all places, and for what? Texting while driving? Being a vicious mean girl to the other kids at school? The latter was so trivial and part of growing up, and the former was something she'd paid for when she was temporarily bound to a wheelchair. She had a responsibility to herself to live the life she almost didn't get to have.
"I know what you mean. They say there's clones of us out there, living our lives for us so people won't notice we're gone, but you can't help but wonder if they're picking up on any of the differences. If they've noticed we've changed somehow, y'know?"