Where do they go, the odd socks in life? Why do they leave? Do think they won’t fit in? Are they unhappy with their twin? Are they just wanting to forge a new life, alone and independent? Or are they plucked from their comfortable existence, screaming and crying, dragged off to somewhere else?
Do they find each other, these oddities, console and comfort each other, and plan their way back to where they belong?
They must be lonely.