You've gotta be kidding me. Christ, the real world plus a couple other weird ones is bad enough, you can't have slightly-off copies of the real one going around too. That's crazy.

[The idea is disturbing on a level Blake can't articulate, but he can sure as hell reject it wholesale.]

[The facts of the case are a lot easier to deal with.]

His other kid died a while before. It knocked him off his rocker. His shrink said [after some physical encouragement] that he kept having weird blackouts, where he'd wake up in the street somewhere hours later. That's what happened when his kid disappeared.

Now see, the killer's calling card was little origami figures. Guess what he always woke up holding.