Peter's at a corner table, slowly demolishing a sub. And keeping both eyes peeled for -- anything.

There's a rock by the lake. Peter's perched on it, sneakers braced against the rough stone.

He's skipping stones, and he's doing a lot better than he did the last time he tried.

Suresh, Nathan says. We can call Suresh, okay? He can study you. He can -- he's working on a cure.It's not hard to find Suresh's apartment again, or to make his way inside. Peter catches a glimpse of his reflection in the metal casing of the elevator on the way up, and wonders, for a moment, if he should have stopped someplace with a bathroom first ( Read more... )

The first thing Peter notices, when he rolls out of bed, yawning, is the minute imperfection in the mirror. (And since when has there been a mirror in his room?) Just a flaw in the glass, a ripple; the distortion is so small it's unnoticable unless you look

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exactly right.

The second problem with the mirror is more difficult to miss.