I couldn’t calm down. My legs became paper and hardly held me in a vertical position; my heart was doing a crazy dance. It was one thing to meet doubles of the people you’d known, and another – yourself. Yes, it was me. The only difference was the bangs. I had them and my reflection didn’t. The reflection looked me over, condescendingly and arrogantly, and smiled with the corners of her lips. “You’re dead,” I said, making my tongue follow the order of my confused mind. My reflection cackled, looked at her hands, and talked with my voice. “It’s time to believe in apparitions.” The man to the left of me, Vlad, chuckled. I turned to Jason. His expression was heavy and cold. He was gazing at my reflection. His fingers closed tighter around my hand, but I didn’t think his reaction had anything to do with me. “Or as people say on your planet … ghosts,” I added. Not I. My reflection. “Correct?” Then she stepped away from the door. “Take her to my office, leave the code for the handcuffs, and you’re free to go.”
