Chapter 3He, in fact, looked like me. That is to say, he looked very Harlequin-cover-model-like, with long blond hair, an aquiline nose, those aforementioned eyes of blue, and cheekbones that Vogue would’ve photographed for days, given the chance. And since I could now see more of him, he could now see more of me. Or at least I reasoned as much, considering he was smiling in response to Craig and my smiles, nodding as Craig and I nodded. Heck, he even gasped when Craig and I gasped, much like a reflection would, but only slightly off kilter.
Still, all we could see was his face. Everything else sort of blurred around the edges, became my room. I lifted my hand in front of my face and waved. He did the same. He had five fingers, five manicured nails. I lifted my other hand and waved. He di
