Take a look in the mirror, Mark, who's really the villain here? Dark's words echoed in Mark's mind, what did he mean by that. And how could he not be the hero, this was his story, his tragedy. He didn't need anyone else to be the hero, he already was one.

Mark sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands, why now? Why was his life falling apart even more.

Emmy then fell out of the cracked mirror she originally came out of. "I did not expect that to work," She looked at Mark,"I know I said I wasn't coming back but I did some research, and got some help."

"I don't need your help," Mark went to escort her out the door, but she just evaded him.

"Yes, you do," Emmy folded her arms, "cause you have done things to this world. How do you think I was able to travel to you through the mirror! And Antisepticeye was able to take over Jack's egos! You coming back to life brought things beyond human understanding into this world."

"Wait, Jack's egos? What the hell are you talking about," Mark asked.

"They're real, the same way Warfstash, Damien, and you all exist in the same world. The void you opened allowed different versions of you to appear all across your timeline, not obeying the laws of physics. If Jack's egos exist there's no telling what other versions of people also exist."

"What are you talking about, how do you know all this," Mark asked.

"I had an inside source," Emmy shrugged.

"Insi-inside source?! None of what you're saying makes any sense," Mark said.

"It's easier if I show you who my sources are," She reached through the mirror and first pulled out one of Seán's doppelgangers, he wore a black hat and suit, the other one looked like Ethan wearing a pope robe.

"Ethan," Mark asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I am Father Ethan, my friend here is Jameson Jackson," He said.

Jameson started using his hands to say something in sign language.

"What's he doing," Mark said.

"He's asking what happened with Antisepticeye before I got out of the mirror," Emmy translated.

Mark sighed then recalled the events of Anti attacking, even killing himself. He didn't know why these people wanted to help, he could figure out what to do if Anti attacked again without them.

"He never does that," Emmy said, pulling Mark out of his thoughts, she was telling him what Jameson was saying, "Anti always keeps the host body alive."

"What does that have to do with anything," Mark raised an eyebrow.

"Clearly you can't get it through your thick skull, Anti killed Jack for a reason," Emmy practically yelled, she didn't know why she was helping Mark, especially after what he did, "other than the mirror what did you bring from the house?"

"Nothing, that was it, I don't even know why I brought it," Mark said.

"That's it, it's not me or the mirror or the house," Emmy said,"it's you, you're the catalyst of all this."

"Me? Why would you blame me?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because you're the only one in here who's come back from the fucking dead!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

"It's time you got off your high horse, Mark, the reality is, it's your fault. You messed with things you didn't fully understand and this is the result."

"You know what, it's been a long day, I'm going to bed. You can leave in the morning," Mark sighed as he put a hand on his head.

"Fine by me," Emmy folded her arms,"I didn't want to be here anyway."

Jameson sighed as Father Ethan signed to him so that Mark couldn't understand. Emmy ignored them, still glaring at Mark as he dissapeared into his room.

I don't think we can leave, Jameson signed to Emmy as she groaned, like it or not we need Mark's help.

The doorbell had rung and Mark burst out of his room, cursing himself for forgetting. "You three need to hide."

"No," Emmy stood her ground, "whoever has come over doesn't change anything."

"Well they at least need to hide," Mark pointed in Jameson's and Father Ethan's direction, "She might be confused to see Ethan and Seán here."

Emmy rolled her eyes after they went into Mark's recording room and he went up to the door and went outside to talk with her. Emmy stayed where she was on the couch before both soon came back in.

"Don't worry, it turns out I can't help her and she's leaving in the morning, she just doesn't have anywhere else to stay," Mark finished explaining.

"Mind introducing me to your-" Emmy stopped when she stood up and faced them, "A-Amy?"

"Oh my God, Emmy," Amy ran up to her and hugged her, "I thought you were dead."

"Am I missing something," Mark scratched his head,"How do you two know each other."

"Emmy's my sister I told you about," Amy said, there was no hiding the grin on her face.

"Are you two dating," Emmy couldn't help but think of Celine when she asked, what exactly had happened between Celine, Mark, and William.

"No," Mark said as Amy said, "Yes."

"Well we never actually have made it official that we're boyfriend and girlfriend," Mark tried to defend himself, but he was a dead man.

-Holly!-

Carter leave! Let me narrate.

"Okay," Emmy said, taking a step towards them, "No need to fight, I was just asking, and as long as you're happy, Amy, I'm happy, okay? And Mark, it's about time for you to start being honest."

"Whatever it is," Amy said, putting a hand on Emmy's shoulder, "It can wait till morning, when we're not all mad at each other."

Emmy and Mark nodded in agreement, then again they both knew there was no arguing with Amy.