Jump to me, standing in rehab-issued leggings and an ugly grey cardigan with no buttons waiting for my roommate to come barreling through the door. S. Hastings, the paper said. I imagine twenty lives for S. Hastings. In many she is just like me, a girl with many names. Or, Spencer and Quinn meet in rehab and help each other begin again. (The PLL and Glee crossover that nobody but me wanted).