I'm really sorry it's been a long time, I've had no time to type this up (and I forgot my password as well) and now school's out, I've finished and I hope the wait was worth it.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Mighty Boosh

I own Luke though :)

Howard, Naboo and Bollo walked into the Nabootique with boxes full of stuff to sell in the shop. They left the boxes on the side. Vince was still unconcious by the counter. Howard started looking in one of the box, not noticing him.

'Vince! You better still be here!' Howard yelled.

'Urr... Howard...' Naboo said. Howard turned round and looked at Naboo, who was pointing at the counter. Howard looked round and noticed Vince (took him long enough).

'Vince! Oh my god!' Howard gasped, rushing up to him. 'Wake up! Naboo and Bollo stood next to Howard, who was shaking him Vince. Naboo put his hand on his shoulder.

'Easy! Shaking's obviously not doing any good!' he shouted over Howard. He stopped and stared at him, eyes full of tears. 'Bollo, take him upstairs and Howard, you help.' Bollo grabbed Vince's arm and Howard grabbed his legs. They carried him upstairs with Naboo following behind. Bollo and Howard put Vince on the sofa.

'Right, Bollo let's sort the stuff out downstairs. Howard, stay with Vince,' Naboo said. They went downstairs whilst Howard pulled up a stool and sat on it. He held his head up high, but inside he was filled with concern for his best friend. After 5 minutes, Vince shook his head and groaned.

'Vince!' Howard smiled. 'What happened?' Vince opened his eyes and looked at him.

'Not sure, it was after you left, I know that,' he told Howard.

'You've been out for an hour?'

'I think so.'

'You poor thing!'

Vince's eyes shot open and jumped off the sofa. Howard fell backwards off the stool in shock.

'What?' Howard jumped to his feet.

'I've been out for an hour! My hair must be a right state!' Vince replied. He ran into his bedroom and stopped in at a full length mirror. He started stroking his hair and checking for knots. He sighed in relief that it wasn't ruined. He changed into a stripey red and white top and black skinny jeans because he smudged malt loaf all over his mod suit. To finish off, he put on a black leather jacket and smiled in satisfaction. Suddenly, Vince's reflection in the mirror disappeared. He looked at the mirror and shook his head, thinking he was dreaming. But he wasn't. Then a reflection appeared in the mirror, but it wasn't Vince's. It was a short man with brown hair, brown eyes and he was quite chubby. He wore baggy jeans with a yellow top. Vince's eyes widened because he never knew there was such thing as 'really terrible dress sense.' Proberbly because he's never had it before in his life.

'Who are you?' Vince asked.

'My name's Luke,' the man replied.' And you are?'

'I'm Vince. How come you're my reflection?'

'Long story...'

'I'm not allowed to leave the shop for another 3 and a half or 4 hours.'

'Fair enough. Do you remember what happened here?'

'Well sort of. I think I saw a fog then it went inside me and then next thing I know, I'm out.'

'Well that was me going inside you.'

'Well can you get out? There is no way I can share my body with someone with no dress sense. I'm sorry, but you need to accessorize or something!'

'I'm afraid I can't do that, I need to get Howard!'

'Why? What's he done?'

'You know when Howard was a bin man? Well I was one his street brothers and we were best friends. But then you came along...'

'Wait a minute, we've been friends for years!'

'Anyway, he left me for you and I'm using you to get to him.'

'No way!'

'Oh I will and everytime you look in my eyes in the mirror, I can control you and I will, so unless you can live without your reflection, Howard's dead!'

'You giant bullshitter!'

'Wanna bet?' Luke smirked. 'Now look into my eyes...'

'NO!' Vince shut his eyes.

'Come on, you know you can't live without a mirror!'

Vince's eyes shot open.

'Hey! You can't control me! Use someone else!' he shouted. He caught sight of Luke's eyes. His reflection dissapeard and Vince's reflection was left. He looked perfectly normal, except his eyes weren't blue. They were brown. Vince walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen corner and grabbed the handle of a chopping knife.

'Vince!' Howard called. He shook his head and let go of the knife.

'What was I thinking??' He was normal again. 'Luke you bastard!'

'Vince" Get in here!' Howard yelled. Vince walked into Howard's room.

'You feeling better?' Howard asked.

'Yeah,' Vince walked out, walked into his room and jumped on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

'What am I gonna do?' Vince asked himself. 'If I look in a mirror, I'll end up killing Howard and if I don't, I'll look awful! Oh god, I need to talk to someone, but who'll understand?'

Who can Vince turn to? I'll upload the next part soon and I mean soon x