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Sherry spent enough time in the infirmary to hear things. She knew enough to know that Jason Kenneth, asshat extraordinaire, was in the infirmary. She had tried to find out details, but the both Moon's she'd asked had not been willing to give her too much. Heck, they'd been odd about the whole affair. She'd been hoping someone had kicked his a**, but if they had no one was talking about it.

Of course, the most troubling thing was the entire bit about the mirror. Twitter had confirmed she wasn't crazy, and talk of legacies had come up. It was a possibility... and that would explain why the few she'd asked had been a bit hush-hush.

She'd given it a few days from her finding out he was there before she decided to stop in and see what it was all about. She wasn't sure she was ready for this, but she had to know. What was going on? What was that reflection?

"Just stopping in to say hi," she said to an intermediate moon hovering around in the hall. "We're old friends." Bold faced lie but it didn't matter.

She knocked on the door and leaned her head in.

For a long time Sherry had just stood there, trying to figure it out. What had happened to him? Who had done this? No one had boasted, no one had said much. Yet here he was, still hooked up to monitors and IVs, still recovering. Whatever had happened had broken his shield and then some.

Was it the mirror? The reflection? If it was legacy related anything was possible, even near death. Hell, anything that made your reflection panic was probably bad news, legacy or not. There had to be more at work here than met the eye.

He was sleeping and would be of little help to. Unconsciously, Sherry began to fidget with her ring. She should go. Go and check in later. She had just about decided that was the best plan when he began to stir. Sherry shuffled on her feet and chose to stay, to see if he'd fully wake up. She hated him, she feared him, the thing with the mirror was an unknown - all in all it was safest to talk to him now while he was weak.

He did wake, though at first Sherry didn't think he was going to be very coherent. Then he looked at her, saw her, and turned away.

Anger flared up inside her. So he didn't want to talk to her? Tough. "Hey," she said, taking a step forward. She had been planning to give him a piece of her mind, interrogate, and other such things. But here he was, hurt and wounded and... was he shaking?

Sherry's greatest weakness was her soft squishy heart, at least according to her weapon. She didn't mean the physicality of it. Sherry might have hated and feared Jason, but he was human he was wounded, not to mention there was a good chance something else was going on here.

"Hey," she said, quieter, softer. "What happened?" She didn't know where else to begin.

Sherry moved in closer not sure if she'd heard him speak or not. She flinched and hesitated when his hand began to rise, but my the time they were covering his head realization had set in. He was crying.

She almost rejected the thought. He had to be laughing or- or- The image of him in the mirror flashed across her mind.

Silently she stood there, watching him, trying to sort it out. It made no sense - and that was when she realized she wasn't going to just be able to figure it out.

When he finally said something solidly coherent, it wasn't at all what she might have expected him to say.

"Why?"

"Trapped? He?" She couldn't be sure she was hearing him correctly. However, she could see the reflection in her memory, before his boot had come crashing down on it.

"That was you. In the mirror." Not so much a question as a realization. This Jason wasn't the same Jason. He wasn't haughty and cruel, he was upset and sorry. Or a very good actor. "There are two of you?"

She looked at him, and the bed, and the equipment- and the rest of what he said fell into place. "And you did this?"

Sherry just stood there staring at him. Pulled into a mirror? Replaced? It was confusing and made sense at the same time. So much sense. The man who had helped in the Sahara had been nice, and truthfully most people only had good things to say about Jason. Her encounters after the Sahara, and what that other guy said on the twitter....

Sherry let out a long sigh as she looked at him. That look in his eye... it was different. He was different. When he apologized again, something in her heart broke.

Sherry turned away. It was just for a moment, because what she'd been looking for hadn't been far away. She was at the bedside a moment later with a stool, which she promptly sat on.

"If what you say is true, then it's not your fault. I wouldn't hate you for something you didn't do." It was true. And while some part of her was still reserved, just in case, most of her was now more worried for him than anything else. Still...there were some trust issues. "Um, do you think you can look in a mirror for me? Just to check something?"

She'd brought a small hand mirror with her, and she was fidgeting with it in her pocket.

Sherry had been terrified. She still was, deep down. Still questioning it, still questioning him. Thus the mirror.

"Okay," she smiled again, and held up the mirror. "You know what I say last time, right?"

She held it over his face, so she could see the reflection. If she saw the same thing, then nothing would have changed, right? That would be the worst case. But if what he said was true, then the Jason she saw in the mirror before was here, in the bed. Did that mean she'd see a normal reflection in the mirror? Or an angry one?

Sherry offered him a smile, though it was a little hard to watch him shift so that he was sitting. She wondered if there was pain, or still any danger of being hurt. She wasn't sure exactly what he'd done to himself, but it had been something, apparently.

Her gaze shifted to the mirror, then to him, then the mirror again. She looked back and forth a good six times before trusting that what she saw was simply his reflection. His own reflection, the one of him sitting here. "Thank goodness," she whispered as she put the mirror away.

"Sorry I- I just had to make sure." She glanced down at the edge of the bed before her. "The other one.... I just had to be sure."

She looked back up as Jason. "Can I ask about it?" She already had, but now that she knew for sure who she was dealing with...she'd be polite.

"You have apologized," Sherry said with a smile. "It's okay. You even tried to warn me." She had to suppress a shudder at the recollection of the moment the other Jason had stomped the mirror. He'd been so angry. She pushed the memory aside. It was in the past and she didn't need to worry about it now.

"Dragged into a portal? I see." Sherry paused, considering. Dragged into a portal and trapped while another him ran around and caused problems. Problems was probably too light a word. If it was just problems, Jason probably wouldn't be here in this hospital room.

She would tell him about the twitter conversation, but first she had to ask something. "Are you okay?" It sounded like a silly question, but it was important.