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Neither really know what to expect. Will the graceful lines weathering Cassie's face plump to a teenager's youthful glow? Will the white in her tightly curled hair darken to a springy blonde?Will Rachel's immortalized DNA manifest as they remember, or will she be a stranger?The answer, as with all morphs, is not what they'd expected. She is changed, yet unmistakably herself, with the body of a mature woman and the eyes of a dead survivor."Oh, Rach," Tobias breathes, euphoric, hands reaching.He's unsure if the tears shining in those eyes are hers, or Cassie's. It hardly matters.