“Weird,” is the first thing that Ash says when he glances into the mirror Seren hung up… what, a week ago? Which is an odd reaction to a mirror, so naturally I was curious.

“What is it?”

“There’s no reflection. Seren, your mirror’s broken.”

“I… you don’t have a reflection?!” Seren drops his book, staring at him with every kind of bad feeling scrawled across his face. Concern, fear, likely confusion…

Why?

“Nope. Hey, Brook, you come and see this.”

I’m not exactly in the mood for whatever wild prank this is (if it… if it is a prank…), but I listen anyway.

There is no Ash next to me when I look, but there is… I guess there’s a ‘me’. Except I’m older, maybe about thirty, and I swear my wrist is glowing.

“You’re gonna die before you’re thirty-five, then.” Seren’s voice is little more than a whisper, but it has the desired effect.

“I…”

“That’s specific.”

“It shows your future, twenty years away. That’s what my dad says,” Seren shrugged. “Mine’s… weird, but not ‘no reflection’ weird.”

“I’m not even that surprised,” Ash muttered. “I definitely know one person who wants to kill me…”

He won’t tell either of us who that is.