But something was off.
His mirrored image stood just beside him, a slightly distorted version of himself. Yet—just for a split second—it almost looked like there was someone else behind the reflection, having a completely different conversation.
Elias whipped his head back to the Doctor, trying to shake off the eerie sensation.
A sharp crunch met his ears.
The sound of wheels rolling.
The Doctor spun his chair around, revealing himself fully as he casually scribbled onto a sheet of paper, a construction pencil in hand.
Elias's brows furrowed.
"…How am I just meeting you again?" He managed to get the words out, his voice hoarse. "It's still midday… right?"
The Doctor, still sketching, gave him a small, knowing smile.
"Well, then—" he said, glancing up, his voice edged with amusement.
"You must have been sleeping for quite some time."
Elias put a hand on his head, rubbing his temple as he tried to recall the last thing he remembered.
