He felt cold and strangely alone despite the knowledge that there were currently a few hundred people on base with him. So this was what Alice had felt when she'd fallen down the rabbit hole: confused, lost, even--dare he think it?--scared. Even the people he knew were different as if someone had replaced them with imitators.

He glanced at his reflection in the window again. No, that wasn't right. He was the imitator. He was the actor who'd found himself stuck in the middle of a play after receiving the wrong script and had to be fed his lines, delivering a pitiful performance to the scorn of not just the audience but his fellow actors.

He started to shake, mind setting into a panic as he desperately tried to pull something from his memories. Something, anything from between six years ago and a few days ago. Every attempt brought nothing new.

And why couldn't he reach One? The man always knew what to do when things went catastrophically wrong. He needed his mentor's advice now more than ever, and he was only met with silence.