Mal had been fooling Zoey for a while. Why on earth was he feeling guilty about it now? Before, when he first took over, he had seen the pretty ginger as a bug: easily manipulated, brightly colored, and a pain in the butt. Now, when he looked at her, he saw a pretty girl, someone to share his triumphs.

"Hey, Zoey?" he said, disguising his voice to sound like Mike's.

"Yeah, Mike?" she asked.

"There's something I want to do."

"What?"

"This." As he finished what he was saying, he leaned in- making sure the mirror was up in Mike's brain for Mike and Manitoba—and kissed her.

Mike watched the event unfold in his brain. He banged hard on the mirror.

"Mal is going down for this!" he growled.

"Agreed, mate," said a voice with an Australian accent.

"Manitoba!"

"In the flesh. Now, how do we stop this shonky yobbo from pinching the sheila from us?"

"Well, I have no idea."

"Well, I have a right to grizzle right here."