No matter how many rocks I chuck into the ocean, they all sink. The water, angry at the sudden disturbance, ripples outwards as if searching for the culprit. My visage stares back at me, judging every downward glance. Its resemblance, while uncanny, is never perfect, blemished by the passing waves. The weather worsens, doom-laden clouds unleashing their latent fury. I am suddenly plunged into my double’s world. A whirl of water converges around me. Stricken by icy lashes, I fall. A slow freefall, yet just as effective in stealing my breath. Looking up, my reflection has vanished. Or have I?