Tom stuffed his car keys in his pocket, freeing up another hand as he rummaged around. “Are you hiding your food? You need to eat something, and I can’t find any food in here,” he asked, glancing back at the woman. He cocked his head to the side at her question, sitting back on his feet once more. “Well, there’s Dopplegängers, for one. That’s the least weird thing,” he shrugged, failing to mention that he, in fact, was one. “Then there’s vampires and witches. It’s pretty weird, honestly,” he again failed to mention that he was once kidnapped by a witch to hide his existence from other witches. He wasn’t really afraid of it all. Sure, it freaked him out, but he wasn’t scared of what happened to him.
Cara laid back down, idly scratching at her eyebrow, “Yeah, there won’t be any food in there. Food tends to take a backseat to work most of the time. And when I do get a chance to eat, it’s whatever’s in a motel vending machine or at the local diner.” As he began to explain what he’d witnessed, she echoed, “…Dopplegangers. I don’t follow.” Then he continued on to mention vampires and witches and that was more her speed. “So you know what’s out there, you’ve been pulled into the supernatural world before. How did it happen? Did it have something to do with a patient?” It seemed too… complicated to be something he just ran across during a call, though. Maybe he got pulled in through a family member or a friend, or maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She could relate.
A grimace pulled at Tom’s mouth. Yikes. “Oh, okay. I have some food in the car, I can grab it in a bit,” He said, scooting closer to the woman. “Not my patient. I guess I was the patient?” The inflection in his voice made the statement sound more like a question, and he really did question the statement. “I was kidnapped and put into a magically induced coma by a witch to hide me from some other witches called Travelers because I am a dopplegänger. A shadow-self. A near perfect copy of another from thousands of years ago,” Tom explained, staring off behind the woman as he spoke. “Geez, you probably think I’m crazy,” he muttered, readjusting so he was sitting normally on the dusty warehouse floor.
Cisco backup 