Brigid: So, when I went into the water after I was shot, I divided into two?
Mina: Yep. So, you and your twin have the same DNA, the same fingertips, even the same memories up until the point of the split.
Tyrone: But very distinct personalities?
Mina: Yeah, you said it.
Tandy: How is there two of you? And this other “you,” she slit this guy’s throat open with her own hand. She’s crazy strong and crazy homicidal.
Brigid: She’s not me!
Tandy: She’s got your face and she’s got your badge! She pointed a gun at us, she killed this guy in the ambulance, and all the people at the club!
Tyrone: Tandy! Give her a minute, okay?
Tandy: Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry she just … I mean, how did this happen? Was there some sort of lightning strike?
Tyrone: Tandy, she doesn’t know what happened.
