"Huh," Sam said, vague in his tone, "That's not too weird, to be honest. It's no weirder than what's happened to me. So who are you the clone of?" He wasn't even going to try and guess. There were too many choices, too many mythologies to go by, and from her personality alone, he couldn't even begin to pinpoint her. Maybe, he idly thought, she was a part of the maiden/mother/crone trifecta of pagan mythology.