Duality Doesn't Exist [Set It Off] [[DISCONTINUED]]

Placehold.

The next few weeks were spent with the boys cooped up at home. They didn't leave once, everyone was too focused on fixing the mirror. They took turns trying to figure out which broken parts went where, though several smaller peices were missing, it was obvious. They did the best they could, but it just seemed like walking in a treadmill, they weren't getting anywhere.

The newfound company of Pistol was rather comforting, at least. It filled the spot Banji and Austin left when they went back home. They didn't want to be a part of it anymore. Nobody blamed them.

Maxx spent the first full day home just staying near Pistol, happier than ever. Mirror Maxx, however, was less joyful.

"That means that the other Pistol is alive, too." He had stopped shuffling mirror shards around.

"Well, we'll just have to work harder!" Maxx said, although he was only paying attention to his cat.

Mirror Maxx didn't blame him, he'd really missed her. He had went right back to trying to fix the mirror.

"I don't think we're getting anywhere," Zach said now, helping Mirror Maxx with he mirror. "I mean, yeah, it's getting kinda fixed, but... nothing's happening."

"We just need to fix it completely," Mirror Maxx said, fitting another shard into place. "It should work again."

"And if it doesn't?" Zach glanced at him, then to the mirror, which was almost nearing completion. They only had a handful of peices left.

"I dunno." Mirror Maxx sighed, holding a peice between his fingers. He stared at his small reflection in it, then looked at the diamond-shaped mirror, wondering where it would go.

"Hey, take a break, man." Zach patted his back. "You've worked on this thing nonstop since we got it. Do something about that scratch on your face."

Mirror Maxx set the shard down and touched the scar on his face. He nodded, standing up and stumbling to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, seeing what he could do with it. It had completely healed up, all that was left was a few flakes of skin falling off, and of course the rough scar. There wasn't much he could do but rub the loose skin off. He needed something to cover his eye socket, that wasn't going to heal ever. Looking around, he found a long rag he could use as a makeshift eyepatch. He also noted that his hair was quite long. He didn't see any scissors around. 'Whatever.'

He returned to the mirror, but couldn't concentrate. He hasn't slept since they got home, he was too busy working on the mirror. He sat down beside Zach on the couch, and felt himself drift off. Zach didn't bother him.

His dreamscape looked nothing new. It was the Upside Down. There was nothing there but the trees. No animals, or any sign of Rayne. Just him. This wasn't anything surprising, all of his dreams were like this. He would wander around until he woke up. This one was no different.

He found a calm in the presence of the trees, the bioluminecent bark being his only light, but a bright one at that. The wet leaves under his feet made little to no sound as he walked. He watched his chilled breath float from his mouth up to the dark sky.

He knew it was a dream because of how calm it was. If this was real life, he would be dead by now. He liked the calm, though. Thinking back to his hectic waking life, this was heaven. There was nothing to worry about, there were no problems... he found it kind of boring.

'Boring is better than chaos, especially right now.' He continued to walk along the trees, taking in every sensation he could.

He came upon a smaller tree than the others. Feeling like a little kid, he climbed up the branches. He found himself giggling as he climbed higher and higher.