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"This is, uh. It's Jay. Leave a message, and I'll try to get back to you."

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[He's still talking. He's still talking and he hasn't left and all Jay needs to do is

breathe.

Even breathing through his nose--in short bursts, sounding like a winded animal--causes his throat to tingle and burn. He doesn't need to calm down; he doesn't need to humor this stranger who says he's Tim's Mirror (and who knows too much to be anything but).

Why is he acting so concerned all of a sudden?

Could a liar's reflection still be a liar?]

What do you want?

[pseudological]

[Jay's rampant paranoia will get none of them anywhere. He's struggling to make sense of it, he must be; he's not really a trusting person anymore, Tim, right? It's always harder with the Reals he doesn't know, but Jay - he knows Jay.

Knows him well enough to pull a stunt like this.]

Isn't it obvious?
I want you to know you can trust me.

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[Jay snorts. Trust him?

He doesn't need to trust him to learn from him. Between what Tim and Georgia had said about Mirrors and what "Mr. Wrong" himself had said earlier--the thing that had lit up his skull and pushed water into his lungs--Jay isn't going to just agree to take everything he says at face value.

Still, he doesn't want to alienate what might be his most promising lead. Maybe he really does mean well. Maybe he really is just trying to help. It's never happened before, but maybe it's possible.]

It's not really that simple. It's okay, though, you can still... [There's no nice way to say this, is there? But he has to understand.]...Even if we don't trust each other, it doesn't mean we can't still help each other.

[Great. Now it sounds like an offer. Would he be willing to help Tim's mirror? They've only met once, and his motives have been tough to read at best.

But if he was in trouble--real trouble? Yes. Jay thinks he would.]

[pseudological]

[It's not a surprise. Of course Jay would require contingencies. He's still putting that all together, isn't he? The Real Tim is a hurdle that still needs clearing, so why should the Mirror be any different?

He'll live with it. He can play the long con.

Start small, and things will grow from there.]

Exactly.
I can't make what Tim did to you any better, Jay.
But I can try not to hurt you the same ways he did.

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[The mirror will "try not to hurt you the same ways he did," like Jay is Tim's jilted ex. Tim didn't hurt Jay. He hurt the investigation. He hurt Jessica, just because he wanted to narrow Jay's options down to "find Alex" or nothing. Just because he wanted Jay to trust him.]

No more secrets.

[It comes out bitter. Jay shakes his head.

Start small. The mirror diverted the conversation when Jay asked about it, but maybe he'll tell Jay something smaller.]

Is there anyone out here like...like Alex? Anyone I have to watch out for if they, y'know, ask to meet alone in the woods?

[pseudological]

In general, I wouldn't agree to meet anyone here alone in the woods.

[But Jay's brand of common sense always did fall a bit off the beaten path, didn't it? He's got to laugh at "no more secrets," a hollow echo if nothing else. That's right. Tim won't help you, but this version of him - he will.]

Fallen angels, satanic entities.
Vampires. Heathens.
But then, we're all mad here.

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[That was not the answer Jay was expecting.]

Is that a metaphor, or, uh...[There's already been zombies. Why not?]...are you talking about literal vampires?

[pseudological]

Both.
One of them even used to run a little detective agency here.

It was very cute.

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["Very cute." If Tim and his Mirror are this different, at least in the way they talk (well, write), then Jay's not looking forward to meeting his own. Doppelganger plots always unsettled him. Hell, even seeing a familiar actor playing against type sometimes unsettled him.

Now that he's had a chance to...well, like the Mirror said, "breathe", he wants to get right back into it. He wants "Mr. Wrong" to tell him everything he knows about that thing and how it followed them here. But he doesn't want what happened before to happen again, not if he can help it.

After a moment of silence, Jay looks back up at the mirror.]

Look, do you have any way of telling me about...y'know, that, without...

[He kneads at his head briefly, miming a headache. He and Tim never came up with a language for this kind of stuff. They didn't really need to, and if Jay's honest, he doubts either of them wanted to.]

[pseudological]

[He never did learn his lesson at all, did he? Even now. Still asking after the thing that would and has destroyed him. But the Mirror is proving more talkative, and so he has Jay's attention. For now.]

Maybe we should work out a system.
Certain words still have power here.

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[Knowing his luck, as soon as they figure out words that work, it'll evade those as well. Or make them forget. Jay tries to keep his voice even, casual, tries to mask his concern.]

What d'you have in mind?

[pseudological]

Give it a name.
Something only you know.

[This may very well have the exact opposite effect that Jay wants. But if it widens the gulf between him and the Real Tim, it's worth it. That's the endgame, here.

That's what It needs.]

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[A few names come to mind--no, one in particular. There's a familiarity to it, like he's seen it before, but he can't place where.]

Wait, but why--how does this help us talk about it?

[pseudological]

Isolated from context, even God loses His power.
Without the memories of what fueled them, even the strongest of things wither and die.

[That thing in the window, shadowed in the woods. God?


No.


Gods.]

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[Jay checks the corners, checks the shadows. Nothing. Nothing yet.]

Then...why does it make us forget?

[pseudological]

[Smart. Smart boy.]

Do you fear it less for having forgotten?
Or more?

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[The air around him is thicker, Jay thinks. Is that different from before?]

I don't know. I don't know what it would've been like if I hadn't forgotten.

But I'm afraid to forget.

[pseudological]

So name it, but do not fear its name.

[Hold it to yourself, clasp it over your chest, let it work into your chest and wick beneath your skin like candle-flame. Burning into your blood. Clinging to your lungs.

Live with it, with everything you are.]

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[He knows what name to give it. A name for invisible puppet strings, for the way it burrows its fingers into the cracks in your skull like roots and the way it weighs heavy in your lungs. A name whispered to him by an old friend.]

Is it the fear that fuels it, or the name?

[pseudological]

Both, if you're not careful.

[Fear of the name increases far of the thing itself, and so on and so forth. As it is written.]

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So the trick is...not to fear the name.

[Jay feels something prickling at the edge of his consciousness, like a limb that had fallen asleep.]

Easier said than done.

[pseudological]

When you're small, everything scares you.
The trees, the shadows, the thunder, the lightning.
But you learn what they are and how they work, and eventually, they aren't scary anymore.

[Of course, those things are natural, and the thing in question is really, really not.]

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[He gets it. Four and a half years spent chasing ghosts with a camcorder and a folding knife, all because there was something on those tapes that Jay didn't understand.

Jay remembers sitting on the floor of a dorm room, lit only by an old thrift store TV screen playing Lynch or Kubrick or something, while Alex leans over to Seth and says it like he's had a revelation. People are scared of what they don't understand. That's just the way they work.

Jay needs to understand.]

And you've...reached that point with this?

[You're not scared anymore?]

[pseudological]

[The Mirror smiles. Oh, Jay. He was never scared of the one thing he knew he could serve better than anyone.]

It's difficult, at first.
But you get better with time.

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[Practice makes perfect. He's talking about it like it's something manageable, something you can deal with if you just figure out how.

Awful lot like Real Tim, actually.]

And then it, what? Just...leaves you alone?

[Can it get bored?]