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    Simon slowly breathed,he leaned against an old oak tree,"Why am I here?" he seemed to be asking that question often these days,he let his gaze follow a man that was walking down the street. He stood up straighter, the light coming off the moon give little for humans to see,but with the glasses he wore, he could see perfectly for the night, he grabbed his backpack and started walking home, or what could be called his home. He walked into an alley and stopped between a pile of trash and a dumpster,he placed his palm on the brick wall and it started to shimmer,the wall started turning into liquid, leaving behind a smooth sliver surface that resembled a mirror, he stepped through and breathed musty air.