Jack had been cautious and paranoid the rest of the day. He'd recorded a few videos to try and distract himself, it worked mostly. Until he was finished and he started thinking. Then he decided to edit, and instead of sending any to Robin he opted to do it all himself, like when he first started.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, though, that he didn't notice the slight glitches in the video, the face that seemed to bang on the screen and scream silently. He smiled too as if being 'friendly' creepy would get him... something.

Even when watching the video back after posting, to make sure it was running right, he just... missed them. Brushed them off as his tired, paranoid mind. Soon after the posting of the video, he turned off notifications after realizing his eyes wouldn't focus enough to actually read the comments.

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, then through his hair. He pushed himself off his chair and blinked a few times to clear his vision. So... so fuckin' tired... he stumbled his way over to his bed and promptly collapsed.

He was asleep as soon as his head hit the bed.

...

Stars and planets flew by in a beautiful array of colors and lights. Sean's eyes were wide as they flew by.

But with all the wonder and beauty passing his big eyes, he didn't focus on them like he would any other time. Instead, he was reliving a part from just minutes before. He was confused, his little brain unsure of what happened. Why didn't Mommy come with me? Why did Sammy look so... gray? And where are Daddy and Andy..?

He shivered a little as he thought of his twin. The pain... he may have been little, but he knew he never wanted to experience that again... As he thought about it, a dulled phantom version of the pain from before flared in his chest. Big tears filled his eyes as his little, chubby hands came up to rub at his chest.

He hated it, it wasn't even as strong and he hated it. He began to cry out, for anyone. For Mommy, or for Daddy... even Andy.

...but no one came.

He soon wore himself out with his tears, his small body slowing as he fell to sleep. His vision started to fade to blackness, but not before something happened. The face of his twin, with his slight differences, reflected back at him. Tears were in his blue and green eyes as well. But a small, sad smile graced his little lips.

Andy's reflected hand reached up to his chest, pressing it above his heart, where Sean's hand already was. A warm feeling spread through Sean's chest and a small smile spread across his face too.

"...night night..." he mumbled. His eyes closed, quick enough for him to miss Andy's pained look and goodbye wave as he flickered away.

When Sean awoke next, his little pod was shaking violently. A blue, white, and green orb was coming closer and closer. Fear clutched at his little heart as the shaking got worse, the planet grew closer, and it began to heat up.

Flames began to lick at the front of the pod, and a light air began to cool the pod from the vents. Orange filled Sean's vision as he plummeted downwards. Fear once again gripped at him as he bounced around in his little seat, tears flooding his vision and streaming like a waterfall down his face. Colors flew by behind the flames, but he couldn't see them. Not yet.

Before he knew it, the flames were sputtering, in a way. Just enough for him to see the ground coming closer, and closer, and closer. A little wail bubbled up in his throat as the ground seemed to grow bigger.

Too high! Too high! Too fast! No, no, no! his little mind chanted, screams tearing through his lungs as his little eyes screwed shut in fear.

Sean... it's okay, you'll be okay. We can help... But... this is goodbye, our little ones... a pair of soft, familiar voices said. Sean's eyes opened hopefully, and again, he saw a reflection image of another. His mother and father, holding each other and smiling.

And then there was impact. His parents had spread their bodies out as if shielding him, and everything turned to black...

...

Jack awoke with a start.

He sat up in a cold sweat, panting and shivering. Fucking heights... a-and explosions... sh-shit... I think, oh g-god... He sucked in deep breaths that didn't seem to actually be giving him any air. His eyes searched the room, for what he didn't know. Help, maybe.

He reached his hand up to his chest, clutching at the shirt as he tried to take in deep breaths. He couldn't though. B-bathroom. Water... come on, hurry! W-water... bathroom... He repeated like a mantra in his head, over and over.

He tried to get out of the bed in his panicked haze, his legs tangling in the sheets before he tumbled out of the bed. Shaky breaths came from his mouth and he began to shudder as he dragged himself across the floor.

He wasn't exactly sure why, but he needed to get to the bathroom. His breathing became more sporadic as he crawled, his vision blurring. Sooner than he thought, he found himself in the bathroom, his legs shaking as he pulled up to the mirror.

His reflection... looked... worried? Scared? Jack's breaths began to shorten as his hands shakily went to the taps. Water flowed and his hands grabbed it, cupping it to splash in his face. To calm down.

Br͢eat̴h͠ Seàn, ̨bre͢ath. C̢o̧me͠ on̛,͜ y҉ou ͝ca͡n̴ do it͘.̨ ̡B̴re͏aţh ͠ẁi͏t͡h̀ m͟e̛. Įn͢ a͏n̕d̛ o̴út̸,̶ ̢in҉ ͝and͞ ͡ou҉t͠,̴ ͘th͢àt͏'͏s̛ ͝it.͟ ̸Just ̷c͘a̧lm̀ do͝wn. I kno͢w,͟ I̛ ̴know̕ it͞ wa͢s sc͡aŗy͘, ̡b͠u̸ţ y̢òu h͟av͢e ͡to̵ c̨al̵m ͞down.́ ͡T̵hat was͞ a̧ ͠lon̛g̵ t̕ime͞ ago, j҉us̷t ́br̕éat̵he͟.͏ ͜You̡'́rę okay̕, we'r̕ę ok̸ay.̨..̕. in ͜a͏n̢d̵ ̵oưt, ̨in͜ an͜d ̵out.̴.̧.͝.

The voice from earlier came, calming him with soothing words. He relaxed, a soft pressure rubbing circles on his back. He breathing slowed, becoming heavier.

"W-who... what..?" Jack mumbled, his eyes closing as he focused on breathing. He rested his head on the side of the sink before opening his eyes and looking up. He blinked away his blurry vision, and gasped.

S̴eán̢?͞ ̢Ar̕e y͟ou o̴ka̧y͡?͞ C͟an͠ yo͢ù b̧re͡ath̵ę?҉

It seemed that the... that his 'reflections' voice became more glitched as he became more panicked. His eyes were wide and... glowing? Sharp teeth could be seen through his mouth, opened into a worried 'o'.

"Who... what are you?" Jack asked, stepping back a little. Something in the back of his mind whispered at him that it was okay, that this person, reflection, this being wouldn't hurt him. he watched, in a pained awe, as the others face fell.

I... I guess you wouldn't remember, would you? We were... so... so little... and, it's not like you've been able to see me. And if you ARE remembering, I look much different now, if your appearance is anything to go by...

Jack frowned a little. What on earth does he... his eyes widened with realization. "Oh." was all he said. He took in a shaky breath, shock running through his veins. He... he can't be... it's... it's just a dream! ...Right? He shook his head. He didn't believe it. "You're lying..." the image frowned and shook his head.

I'm not. I'll prove it. Ask me any question, related to this topic, and I'll answer in a way no one else can.

"...what's your name then?"

My name? I thought you'd already figured it out?

Jack shook his head, "Prove you're who I think you are." He said. He thought he was prepared for the answer. Instead... well. Instead, he fainted from shock, the last words his befuddled mind heard was:

My name is Andrew Spedicey, but you would know me as Andy.