The way things are going, Lydia has been making herself sick to her stomach with worrying over whether she might actually be a clone, just like they say she is. How can she have memories of things that haven't happened to her yet if they haven't happened to her yet? If she's a person, that's not possible. If she's a clone, though, maybe this whole bullcrap story about them being clones from DNA of people who lived a long time ago makes sense. Then there would be her whole life's worth of memories for them to pick and choose to update her with or take away from her to make her work the way they want her to.

It's the most confusing when she thinks about the fact that they've just given her a bunch of memories of an ability that she can't even use, now. What's the point of updating her memories with a learned skill she can't even take advantage of having, in this place? That's stupid. It's so stupid. And worse, to throw her feelings for Stiles at her when he's never even been here; when she has and loves Matt so much... If this place wants them to be happy so badly that they feed them HappiTime pills and force them to get their eight hours of sleep every night, then why the hell would it fill her head with so many things that, in the reality of this place, would upset her?

So Lydia shakes her head. "No, I don't think there's anything even I can do except...process it. ...I'm going to have to tell Matt eventually. It's not...I can't not tell him that. I just...don't know how I'm going to do that."