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A Critical Juncture is Fragmented

"You're alright for now," Mags told Suki. She put the wet cloth on girl's forehead and made sure that the blanket was wrapped tight. "Help should be arriving shortly. Just hang in there, Soo."

"Is that my name?" Suki asked weakly. "Can you say it to me again?"

"Suki," Mags comforted the child. 

Suki smiled, "That's such a pretty name. Sounds Asian. Am I Japanese?"

Mags smiled and nodded as Suki opened her eyes; a tear streaked down Mags' cheek and Suki reached up to touch it.

"Are you taking me to heaven?" Suki asked with the innocence of a child. A fascination in her voice as if she had seen Mags for the first time.

"Not today if I can help it," Mags said with a wink.

Refractions of Oneself

"What you are saying is that we are all the same reflection of someone's fingers in a glass of water?" Goner questioned. He watched as Max took a cigarette out of a pack and lit it.

"You are not getting the point," Max told him as he leaned forward, and he pushed the clear bowl of water to the center of the table. "We all could be just one entity living different agendas."

"I call bullshit on that," Goner stated.

"Let me prove it to you," Max said; he held out his left hand and spread his fingers apart. "Like fingers on a hand, each are the same but different in a way. Varying in length. Now look what happens when I dip it in the water..."

Max dipped his hand into the bowl and leaned down to look. He pointed out the refraction angle to Goner. Goner was still trying to figure out what the whole thing was.

"The top of the water is a barrier. Outside the level it is air while below is water. You see my fingers, they are being shown at a different angle from the barrier I penetrated."

The Train Kept On

Suki happened to be playing a gameboy; she was kicking serious ass on the game that she was playing. Aqua was glancing over her shoulder and making the odd "watch out" comments now and then.

Akimoto was sitting lotus position on the floor near the back; he was meditating, and the fragrance of incense floated throughout the subway car like a summer breeze through an alley.

Max happened to be chatting with Bishop at the conductor's booth. Both were going on animatedly about their lives and what was the current course of action.

"You know it never ceases to amaze me of what worlds await," Bishop said after sipping a cup of coffee. 

Max gazed out the side window and saw the blur of several realities intermixing like a sample on a DJ's turntable.

"This is just tip of the iceberg stuff," Max replied. "Wait til we get to the fun stuff."