The Ghosts of Me

He had just wanted to get a good rest, now that he had solved their issue with the Dopant, but questions wondering why it was that Shoutarou would hit him continued to plague his mind.
Chief had insisted that he go and help Shoutarou, whether the other wanted it or not. Philip knew that was true, but he also was not sure he was in quite the right frame of mind to see him, which of course did not matter, considering he was shoved into the stupid Ghostmobile anyways.

But...whatever happened it was not Shoutarou who was staring up at him after he had fainted, aiding Shoutarou despite his wishes. It was someone different. He had no idea who this person was, and upon realizing that they themselves were made up of a similar material to the Gia memories, Philip was not sure what to do...it was obvious that this was not the same world, but...he could still access the library, yet, all the books and shelves were different now, filled with different knowledge and different lore.
How was he supposed to get back...and did he really even want to? Especially since his Fang subsitute seemed to have and even worse situation than Shoutarou. Even if Shoutarou could not save himself, perhaps he could help his substitute.