Just a little parting gift to finish this off.
Part V: XXI
xxi.
Don looks in the mirror, checks his watch, and looks again.
He sees pieces of Alex, Carter, Richard, Ian, Michael, splinters of the girls and flickers of people he doesn't quite remember but can't forget either, staring back at him from his own face.
He sees the familiar glaze of his father's disappointment and his mother's confusion in his own eyes.
He sees an echo of Charlie's frenetic energy in the wayward lock of hair that has fallen out of place.
He checks his watch without taking notice of the time, runs his fingers through his hair to fix it, and blinks. His parents fade from his eyes and his reflection is once again as much his own as it ever has been.
He can still see the pieces of others that make up the fabric of his reflection.
Tearing his eyes away from the mirror, he glances at his watch a third time and slides his sidearm smoothly into the holster at his hip. It feels more a part of him than his reflection and, with that thought and a hand resting lightly upon it, he locks the door behind him and settles into the skin of an FBI agent as he walks down the hallway.
And there we go. Hope you've enjoyed it!