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Heath and his reflection sink deep, deep down. So far down, in fact, that up and down seem to become confused. Light begins to bleed through that deep, dark space—another waterline. And below, a church nave, warped like a mirage.

Heath descends through the second waterline, and into the arms of another man.

“Heath!” The man says. He is tall and svelte, with dark curls framing the enormous smile on his face. He embraces Heath and his reflection alike.

“Isaac,” Heath’s reflection wheezes. He’s at the end of his rope.]