Chase stared at his reflection in the mirror, not sure whether this was real or whether there was something that he could pick out that made it a dream (more of a nightmare). He splashed water on his face, pushing the wet strands of hair away from his forehead and taking in ragged breaths.

He hated this. He hated staring at himself and seeing someone that he was a long, long time ago. "I can't do this again," he said, voice trembling.