March 30, 2014:

Jane number one is standing at the gate. Dressed in orange, a flight-deck jumpsuit, dirty-blonde hair to either side of shining blue eyes. In one hand, crayons. In the other, a field hockey stick.

Jane number two has the key that holds their fate. Dressed in blue and white, a schoolgirl's uniform, sunbleached blonde hair tucked behind both ears. In one hand, a guitar pick. In the other, cigarettes.

Everybody knows they must have been insane. To have anything to do with me.

So goes the tale of two Janes.