Lena stumbled when she tried to walk. It was weird, like she was relearning how to do basic things, and she tripped over her own feet. Muttering darkly, hating that she had an audience for this, she let the other Webby help her up. While she was grateful for what they'd done for her, returning her to a corporeal form that could age like a normal duck, she wished they weren't here to witness her struggle to move and get used to her new body. It looked exactly like her old body, but Minima said that until the magical connections were all in, she'd have some problems. Something about Magica's power linking up with the other Magica's and their magic not being quite the same meant Lena would have problems with coordination for a little while.

"Are you all right?" Webby 2 asked. Her saccharine sweet voice was a stark contrast to Webby 1's tone. While she didn't hate her, because she was a version of Webby, she didn't really like her that much, either. She staggered again and Minima braced her this time.

Lena didn't know what to make of her. She was biologically Magica's niece, though she didn't seem to exist in Lena's universe. Minima seemed to dislike almost everyone except Webby and Lena's beak twisted into a crooked smile. While that wasn't quite true with Lena, Lena did prefer Webby's company to everyone else's. Although it'd probably have been different if it'd been this Webby as opposed to her own.

"I'd better not fall flat on my face when I see her again," Lena warned, half stumbling, half shuffling over to the mirror. Webby 2 hadn't told her counterpart that she'd be seeing Lena today because she wanted it to be a surprise. Lena found her excitement both endearing and highly irritating. The latter, she was fairly sure, was because she missed her Webby, what she considered the real Webbigail Vanderquack. Not this pink ninny.

"I can't promise that," Minima said, smirking. "But hey, you need to learn to walk before you can run, right?"

And then she shoved her through the mirror. Lena glowered at the younger girl and Webby 2 braced Lena before she crashed into the cement floor. All right, despite what she'd done for her, Lena was developing a rapid dislike of Minima.

With Webby 2's help, she made it to Webby's room and knocked, the friendship bracelet in her hand. It felt good to be able to breathe and be herself again, not tethered to someone, no matter how much she loved her. And all right, Lena would prefer being stuck with Webby than anyone else in the world (or both worlds). But that didn't mean she liked being a shadow.

Cautious, she glanced behind her to see whether her shadow remained the same. She blinked. She didn't cast one.

"Sorry about that," Minima said, not sounding sorry at all. "I hope you don't mind. Since you're technically a creation and a shadow yourself, you don't get one."

Whatever. She'd deal. At least she didn't have Magica whispering at her and insulting her. Verbal abuse sucked.

Webby 1 answered, not seeing her at first. Her gaze settled on Minima and Webby 2 as if she didn't dare look at Lena.

"Really?" Lena said quietly, noticing how Webby 1 refused to look at her. "You're kidding me, right?'

"You're real," she breathed and then, squealing loudly, she launched herself at Lena.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Webby 1 said, bouncing off Lena and leaving her feeling oddly bereft. She hugged Minima (whose scowl told Lena that the younger girl didn't appreciate it) and then Webby 2, who hugged her back. Lena, who knew next to nothing about the interdimensional stuff that'd been going on while she'd been trapped in Webby's shadow, was half surprised that they didn't get zapped when they touched. Or was that a science fiction thing? Lena didn't know.

"Anytime you need us," Webby 2 said and grinned at her. "We'll be there. Just on the other side of the mirror."

"Try not to need us too often," Minima added and Webby 2 shot her a look. Chagrined, the dark-haired girl dropped her gaze.

Skipping off, assuming this was bye, for now, Webby 2 and Minima, who were walking hand in hand, returned toward the archive room. This left Lena and Webby alone; Webby squealed again, hugging her tightly.

"I'm so glad you're back!" she said. She blinked. "You don't have a shadow, Lena."

"To be honest, I'm kinda glad I don't," she said. "I'd keep thinking it was Magica or that I was stuck with her."

Webby smiled gently and guided her into her room. Her eyes were alight with affection and Lena relaxed, even if she did stumble a bit before she reached her bed. It was like coming home...and even though Webby was worse for the wear from the last few days, her smile was radiant as she beheld her.

"I'm so glad you're back," Webby said, unconsciously repeating herself.

"You said that already," Lena teased and then kissed her on the top of the head. "Me too, Webby. Me too."

"Wow," Huey said, staring at their counterparts through the mirror. Now that it'd been repaired, they could see each other clearly. He was tempted to pass through, to see whether McDuck Manor had changed and what everything and everyone else looked like, but he could save the exploration for later.

"They're carbon copies of each other," Louie said. "Jeez. I was right."

"We are not!" Huey 2 protested, huffing at them.

"Lemme guess, you also have telepathy?" Louie said in a deadpan.

"Well, yeah, but, don't you too?" Dewey asked.

"Man, I knew this wasn't worth coming over here for," Louie said. "I'm out."

"C'mon, give it a few more minutes," Huey said, grabbing Louie's hoodie to hold him there. He stared at the other Huey.

"But they're so lame," Louie complained.

"We're not lame!" Dewey from the other side protested. "Take that back!"

"Come over here and make me," Louie said and then shrugged. "Or not."

"We're on a fact-finding mission here, to learn about our counterparts," Huey said. "Not to provoke them into fighting us."

"There isn't that much to find out," Louie complained. "They're all, like, connected at the hip."

Dewey, who'd been strangely silent this whole time, watched the proceedings.

"None of you know what happened to our mom, do you?" he asked and Louie stilled.

"She died," the other Dewey said in a somber voice. "A long time ago. Before we were hatched. That's all we know."

"That doesn't mean it happened here," Huey 1 said, seeing his younger brother's shoulders slump.

"It doesn't mean that it didn't," Dewey countered.

"Absence of proof does not mean proof," Huey argued.

"You don't know any more about our mother than we do, do you?" Louie asked quietly and the three shook their heads on the other side of the mirror.

"We're sorry," the other Louie said.

"It's fine," Louie 1 said, brushing it off like it meant nothing. Huey had brought out the JWG and Louie groaned. As if on cue, the other Huey brought out his copy, which told Louie all he needed to know about what was happening next. He was out.

"Yeah...I'm out too," Dewey said, seeing Louie leave. "Nice meeting me."

"Hey, what's going on here?" an unfamiliar voice asked and a rotund boy entered the room. He was eating a sandwich.

"Maybe later," Huey said, tucking away the book beneath his hat. "Gotta go. Wait up, you guys!"

"Was it something I said?" Doofus asked, baffled, as Huey backed out of the room.

"No clue," the triplets told him.

"Weird," Doofus said, still munching on his sandwich. "What a strange universe."