Cora is asleep. The room is dark. On the small desk, the obsidian mirror sits.

He lunges. But his reflection steps out of a polished steel crate next to him. It’s a solid, 3D duplicate of Jax, but with black eyes.

Cora dives for the manual override lever. She pulls it. The thrusters fire.

DOPPEL-JAX > I’m already a piece of you.