Trickshot felt like he was looking at a mirror. The man sitting opposite him resembled Trickshot almost exactly. He even rubbed his head the same way, too, which made Trickshot feel even weirder than he did already. The only difference was the bag hanging at his side, though Trickshot didn’t care about that.
“TW,” said Trickshot without taking his eyes off the other Trickshot. “Am I going crazy or do I secretly have a long-lost evil twin brother I don’t know about?”
“I do see the duplicate,” TW said, “but like you, I am not sure if I’m going crazy as well. Perhaps it’s some kind of shared hallucination or something.”
The other Trickshot looked at Trickshot in annoyance and said, “Hey, watch where you’re—”
The second Trickshot stopped speaking as soon as he saw Trickshot. His jaw fell
