The next morning, I slipped soundlessly into the midnight hallway. The rest of the crew waited behind the door of the dining room, weapons clutched tight, ready to spring into action at the sound of a struggle. Not only was this Plan B, it was also a doppelganger trap, and I was the bait.

Mase and Ellison had immediately tried to argue me out of it, but once I explained the entirety of Plan B, they agreed, though reluctantly. I left Plan C out of the whole conversation. ...