You were out for a late night stroll, sipping on your flask. The streetlights flickered, annoying you slightly. “They need to fix these lights…” you muttered to yourself. You stopped in your tracks when you saw hair that looks identical to yours, just sticking out of a dumpster. You dug through it, and- it was you! The poor clone was knocked out cold, you lifted them up and carried them out. You could help your clone out without much interference.