Book Six: Chapter 137

The shelves by the window had been built into the wall, and a small clock that had been left on the shelves let out a chime. The bell tolled three times, and then resumed its quiet ticking.

“Tick Tock?” He wasn’t sure why the mimic would be here, but it was the only thing that made sense to him. He walked to the shelves and tried to interact with the clock, but his fingers could only stroke the surface, accomplishing nothing.

There was a shifting sound behind him, and Mike turned to see a man standing in the doorway, wearing a white button down with a pair of black slacks. His arms were crossed, and there was a slight smirk on a face that looked very much like Mike’s. Auburn hair with streaks of white had been pulled back into a ponytail, revealing a faded scar along his forehead.

The face, however, looked very much like Mike’s. It felt like all the wind had been sucked out of the room as he took a step toward Callisto, one hand outstretched in both disbelief and a