Somehow, Matt was staring at himself standing in Mikey’s window. He watched as his doppelganger lifted half of a broken liquor bottle, smiled, and plunged the glass into his throat. Blood fountained onto the window as he yanked it back out. Window Matt smiled even wider and then repeatedly jabbed both eyeballs until they were dark, gaping holes. Matt gripped the armrests and pushed himself back into the seat, too shocked to scream.
