“Really, you..me..I..” James sighed and leaned forward in the chair and motioned towards the door, “That gets done three more times.”

James just looked at his mirror image and back towards the door. He was sure this was some type of parlor trick. He carefully walked around the chair looking for mirrors or anything else that might rationally explain this. One of his friends probably passed this guy on the street and thought it would be a wonderful gag. He, or she, had gotten the rest of the gang together and they had tied one on and thought up this whole little show. Well, he wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. No sir. Not him.

“There weren’t any mirror’s last time either. No camera’s. You haven’t been slipped any drugs. This isn’t a dream. Oh for the love of…” James sighed and leaned back into the chair once more as he watched himself go back out the door. “Okay. One down, two more to go and we can get down to business. I just hope I don’t pinch myself again. It still hurts.”