IT was the time for Griffin's funeral.

Mal stared for a second at her knee-length black dress, then stared at Thomas's black suit, admiring him.

He looked handsome.

Everyone were lined up in front of the wooden coffin, listening to Pete, who was giving a speech about how nice Griffin was.

Thomas fumbled with the ring on his finger, remembering what his girlfriend told him almost two weeks before.

Doppelgängers have no shadow.

"So, I... I ask everyone to pray for Griffin. He was a very lovely person, and he was... My friend. I loved him, and I still do. Always." Pete shed a tear. Wiping it in one, swift move, he sighed sadly and took his steps away from the stage.

The couple then took a heartbroken glance at Griffin's parents, who were staring into nothing with tear stained cheeks.

"Thank you, Mr Davidson. We will continue our prayers now." the priest spoke in a small, neutral tone. Mal allowed a few tears to stream down her face, still holding Thomas's hand.

"I love you, Mal. And... I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I know you were kinda upset, but..."

Seeing the doppelgänger of a friend means that they need help.

"Don't worry about it, Thomas. It was my pleasure. Although I hoped the results would turn out a little different." she sighed, "I wish we were sitting in the restaurant right now with... Him."

Then, to his surprise, she broke down into tears once again.

"I want him back...!"

Seeing your own doppelgänger can drive you insane.

He wrapped his arms around her, in a desperate attempt to calm her down, but ended up tearing up as well. He felt heavy-hearted, and he had no idea how to cope with it.

"I know, babe... I know. Me too. But there's nothing we can do."

He closed his eyes as he remembered the last point, fear trickling through his chest for only a second, before he was filled with grief once again.

Doppelgängers are an omen of death.

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