Travis and I decided to meet up at a Starbuck's on a Thursday, 11 a.m.

I was itching to hear what he had found, and to tell him about my flashback.

I got there first. I checked the time on my phone. 10:57.

It was pretty crowded, so I went ahead and saved a spot for both of us instead of ordering coffee.

At 11:01 Travis appeared. I waved at him. He lays eyes on me and smiles.

"You saved me a seat, thank you!" Travis gushes. He must've been daunted by the number of people in the rather small coffee shop.

"Oh, no problem." I replied with a dismissive wave of my hand.

Travis takes his seat. He wipes his hands on his jeans and holds out his right hand. "Travis. Of course, you knew that."

I shook his head. "I'm Mitch,"

"Should we get coffee first, or?" Travis asks.

I shook my head. "Let's talk first. This is more important than a caramel macchiato--and that's saying something coming from me--plus, it's crowded. It should die down after a while."

Travis nods. "You're right. What have you found?"

"Travis," I began. "Do you get flashbacks?"

Travis thought for a second, then shook his head. "Not that I can recall,"

"Oh. Well, I get these sometimes. And they always show some event that occurred behind the glass."

"Really?"

I nodded. "Kirstie gets them, too. Well, got them." The pain of Kirstie's betrayal jabs me, but it was over in a second. "I had a flashback a couple of weeks ago."

"What did you see?" Travis asks, his hands folded together and resting on the table. His interest was apparent as he leans in slightly, wanting to hear every word I'm about to say.

"I saw a Reflection being created."

Travis's eyes widened a little. "Tell me about it." He says eagerly.

I recounted my flashback in explicit detail. Travis hung onto every syllable.

Travis sighs in wonder once I had finished my story. "That's amazing... How come I don't get those flashbacks?"

"Funny story," I said. "When Kirstie told me she had flashbacks I asked that exact same question. Then about 5 minutes later I had a flashback. So. Yeah, you just jinxed yourself. Most likely, anyway."

Travis just nods. "Nice."

Then I told Travis about Kirstie's betrayal.

"So she could go back into the glass? How?"

I shrug. "Beats me. Whenever I touch glass I almost go into a coma."

Travis winced. "I get that, too."

I nodded, then drummed my fingers on the table.

"Are you all right, Mitch?" Travis asks, concerned.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. I just... I just hope we'll be able to figure this whole thing out because it is screwing me over."

Travis gives me a sympathetic look.

I sighed. "What did you find, Travis?" I asked.

Travis bit his lip. "Not much,"

"Tell me."

Travis nods. "All I found was from dreams. The Kris guy, he warned me about a traitor. He must've been talking about your friend. That's about it. That probably wasn't much help, I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine." I replied. "So does Kris know what goes on here on Earth? I mean, he must since he knew what Kirstie was planning."

Travis shrugs. "This could take a while. We have practically nothing." Travis pressed his lips together. "How often do you get those flashbacks?"

I thought for a second. "There isn't a pattern, really. At least I haven't noticed a pattern. They just come and go randomly. I've only had like three in about four weeks."

Travis nods. "What did you see in your other flashbacks?"

I told him about my other flashbacks and Travis listens closely.

"You...died?" Travis says.

"Yeah. I guess when I was killed in that world I came back into this one."

"You said before that they seem to create the Reflections by taking people from Earth and transforming them with magic."

"Yeah."

"So when we died in that world, did the magic wear off or something?"

I shrugged. "No idea." I sighed.

"Should we meet up again later?" Travis asks. "Give each other more time to find clues?"

"Sure." I replied. "Besides, I'm going on tour soon. I won't be back until November."

Travis nods. "I wish you luck. Ready for some coffee?"

"Sure." I replied as I stood.

"Um, Mitch?"

"Yeah?"

"Are there any warning signs when you're about to have a flashback?" He asks. "Just in case I get one."

"Oh. Oh! Yeah, of course. Well, you'll get dizzy, your vision becomes black at the edges. You'll basically feel like you're about to pass out." I explained.

"Okay," He says as he started to sway. "I'm kinda feeling that right now..."

My eyes widened. I darted to his side so he won't crack his head open on the pavement.

Gasps arose from the patrons.

"Everyone relax, he's perfectly fine." I said as people came running up. "He just got a little hot."

The patrons reluctantly walk away after much reassuring.

However, I wasn't sure where to go while I waited for Travis to come to.

I hummed an Ariana Grande song and watched the birds fly by.

Jeez, how long is this gonna take?

Travis's POV

I was with 24.

I was training him about drowning his assignments.

I was always amazed at his intelligence and ability to learn quickly.

He was going to be a great Reflection.

I was walking up to the tank as 24 was climbing out when he slipped and fell.

My breath hitched as I saw 24 fall.

He had terror written on his face. His eyes were wide.

He lands with an echoing thud. He cries out.

I ran to his side. "24!"

He was gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He was massaging his right arm.

I saw a tear slip down his cheek. Soon he was full-out sobbing.

"What is wrong? What hurts?" I asked.

24 only cries harder.

I held out my arms and 24 leaps into them. I felt his tears soaking through my robe.

I held him close, feeling his small frame shaking.

"Shh," I soothed, rubbing his back in small, circular motions.

"There has never been an accident before, Travis," 24 bawled. "What will 1 say? What will he do to me?"

He wasn't crying because he was in pain.

He was scared.

"1 will never know that this happened," I said.

24 pulled back. "W-what?"

I put my hands on his shoulders. "This will be just between us. Okay?"

"Okay." 24 choked out with a weak smile.

I smiled back at him reassuringly. "I'll protect you."

Mitch's POV

After about 15 minutes, Travis finally came to.

"Travis?" I said.

"Mitch...you're so attractive in that other world."

"Nope." I stood, causing Travis to fall off my lap.

"Heyyyyyy!" Travis whines, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head.

"What did you see, Travis?" I asked, folding my arms.

I furrowed my brow as Travis recounted his flashback.

"'There's never been an accident before?' What does that mean?"

Travis shrugs. "Obviously in that world everything had to be perfect."

I nodded. "You must be tired."

Travis nods. "Yeah. I'm beat."

"I can drive you home," I offered.

"Oh, yeah, thanks."

~

"It's just on the left here," Travis instructs.

"All right," I replied, turning left.

"Thanks for driving me, Mitch."

"No problem. See you in November?"

Travis nods. "See you in November."

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This ending was kinda awkward but whatever.

-Spontaneous_Soprano