Warning: THE MIRROR IMAGE IS BACK! Hope u enjoy!

Map of The Problematique Part 2:

And I feel like everything I saw is being swept away

When I refuse to let you go.

-Map Of The Problematique-Muse

As soon as we embarked on our way I must of dozed off then because my old friend the mirror image was made another appearance:

I was not in the church this time. I was in some underground dungeon. I prayed to god it wasn't the same dream I am thinking of! Well it kind of was. It was dark and there was the sound of dripping. I saw a dim candle resting on the table and picked it up.

And there it was the most haunting sight. It was Thomas. His hands were chained high above him to a wooden stake. A dirty rag was stuffed in his mouth and tied at the back of his head. His head was limp so his chin was resting on his chest. I dropped the candle and ran over to him.

"Thomas!" I was shaking him awake I felt tears welling up in my eyes, "Tom please wake up, please!"

He wasn't dead, though his body was pale. His breathing was shallow. Beneath all the cuts and the bruises on his face he looked peaceful. I started shaking him harder.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SIR THOMAS MORE WAKE UP!" I said I knew this was a dream but I wanted these horrid nightmares to end.

Suddenly I heard a laughing voice. I turned around and frowned it was mirror image.

"You again!" I said.

My mirror image then pushed me aside causing me to fall and go sliding across the floor.

"It's a pity you are still in denial of what's to come," My mirror image said lifting Thomas' chin, "all these warning's I've been sending you I thought you would get the message by now."

I looked at my image quizzically. Was he telling me what was happening to Thomas?

"What Message?"

My mirror image laughed.

"This it should be obvious by now that your precious Thomas is to be abducted and held in this very room for two years! And it's not going to be too comfortable and Harry this is the best part."

And to my horror my mirror image punched Thomas in the face. Though Thomas did not wake up he made a muffled moan in pain. But then I felt a sharp pain in my face. I felt the stream of blood going down my nose.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

My mirror image laughed.

"Remember when you prayed that if this were to occur you'd wish to feel his pain well god granted your wish Harry, starting after you wake up every cut, bruise, smack or what ever action that shall cause him pain you shall feel."

I crossed myself now I was getting spooked.

"What?"

My mirror image laughed.

"You heard me the big guy upstairs has made a connection between the two of you if Thomas gets hurt you get hurt, which means if Thomas dies you die."

I gasped. The lord actually listened to me for once this couldn't be real! It was all a dream. The lord had really cursed me this time. I stood up and squeezed my eyelids.

"This can't be real."

"It is!"

I walked over now face-to-face with my mirror image.

"So Thomas and my premonitions are right?"

The mirror image gave me a creepy smile.

"Unfortunately."

"So am I going to die?"

My mirror image shrugged.

"That I am not sure, I sent the shot and the funeral warning so when you do save Thomas you are careful."

I shook my head.

"Do you at least know who his captor is? So I could prevent it?"

"Well I hate to say this to you but, no, but I will tell you this, in order to break the connection, you have to save him but in order to save him you'd have to figure out who is causing his and in order to do that you'd have to…."

"I am going to have to what?"

My mirror image sighed.

"I don't want to tell you now, just remember this date…May 19th 1536."

"Wait what?"

Before my mirror image could reveal the answer my eyes shot open. I must have been one hell of a deep sleep because I was in the guest chambers of Thomas' manor. I was gasping for air. I needed closure just to make sure. I quickly walked downstairs to find John playing the lute (which by the end of this story he will excel at). Thomas and Katherine were sitting on a bench. Agnes was on Katherine's lap being fed a bottle. Thomas' arm was wrapped around Katherine's shoulder.

I was jealous of them I admit but it they were the last thing on my mind. As I walked over to them they were in the midst of a rather odd conversation.

"You could feed her yourself you know." He said, "Joan my god bless her soul found such joy in feeding our children. They say you are more likely to grow an emotion attachment with the child!

"I am not sure mi amor!" She said, "I mean I never breast fed Mary and the two of us are very close."

Before Thomas could respond to her comment I ran over to him and grabbed his arm. And for some reason I felt the yanking in my shoulder, but I thought nothing of it! I pulled him up the stairs with me into my chambers where I was staying. I let go of his arm and he sat on the bed looking at me like I was a madman.

"Harry what is the meaning of this? Katherine and I were having a nice conversation! You could of simply said Thomas I need to talk to you."

I shut the door behind me and lightly grabbed his arm. I rolled up his sleeve. Thomas' eyes became wider.

"Harry what in god's name-" He started saying appalled.

I dug my nails into his bare skin. I would never hurt the man who had gave me so much. But my state of mind was not pleasant. My friend had died the night before and now my mirror image sent me some strange message from god that Thomas and I were connected in some odd way. I wasn't thinking straight. As soon as my nails were deep into his skin I started dragging them down causing him to bleed. Thomas flinched pulling his arm away.

"What was that for?" Thomas said even more appalled looking at his arm, "have you gone mad?"

Not a second later I felt someone digging their nails into my arm and making a deep piercing scratch. Then I felt warm liquid streaming down my arm. I pulled up my sleeve and saw my arm was bleeding with the exact same streams on Thomas' arm. I started heaving. Thomas went from a look of confusion.

"Harry?" He said, "What's wrong there has got a be a reason you are acting like this? Are you upset about your friend are you worried? Harry please say something."

I didn't wan to tell him. I just walked back against the wall and buried my face in my hands and started to sob.

It was official.

God had bestowed a curse on me.

ANOTHER CLIFFHANGER BOO!