Michael was out on one of his walks in a feeble attempt to clear his busy mind. Suddenly, a bright flash of light entered his vision and he threw up his hands to shield his eyes. A man had suddenly appeared before his eyes, and Michael could only describe it as falling from the sky or materializing out of thin air. “Hey, man. Are you okay?” Michael called out in a quiet voice, running to the other’s side and pulling the hood from the man’s shielded face.
Michael’s face went slack as he saw the stranger’s face – it looked just like his.
Len reeled back from the stranger purely on instinct before he had a chance to register who it was. Once he was a couple feet farther away from the man he was able to get a good look at the man. To say he was surprised was an understatement especially considering that a part of him was expecting to be face to face with one of those time bastards he’d tried to kill. He wasn’t expecting to see someone with his own face staring back at him.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Michael took a few steps back, away from the mirror image of himself. “I could ask you the same question. Who the hell are you?” His head was spinning, how was this possible? He’d been a free man for a while now, and enjoying his life outside of Fox River. He’d been exonerated for his crimes, as had his brother, Lincoln, and they were living their lives to the fullest. “Why do we look the same?”
Cisco backup 