[Gordon frowns, turning a blind corner only to find himself on a rooftop in Union. Both of him. The second Jim sits on a low wall, smoking a cigarette, smoke trailing away in the wind as he watches the blonde who spoke. Beautiful, a little younger than the man, though the 2nd Gordon's hair still all has its original red, with maybe a few greys here and there. The older James, the real one, heads straight for the doorway to the stairwell, the exit from the rooftop, even as his younger reflection stands up, approaching the blonde.]

An old argument with my wife, about me spending too much time with work.