It was dark, Tao was asleep and left his mind unguarded. Generally when Tao slept Zi and Edison automatically did. This way they couldn't take over when he wasn't there. But this time Zi was awake, and wanted to play. He looked around. Everything was dark and he couldn't see anything but Edison and the mirror that shows a sleeping Tao. Zi looked in the mirror, he could see himself in it too. Inside here Zi and Edison looked different then when they were out; they were out they looked like Tao but in here they looked different: not super different but recognizably. Zi was a child, Tao as a child to exact. Zi was Tao's childhood so he was portrayed as him when he was a kid. While Edison on the other hand was Tao's evil and rage and pain. Edison looked very scary; he had no whites in his eyes and his hair was longer then Tao's and normally up in a small ponytail. But that was just the surface. If one could be able to study these two they would notice that Zi was slightly blue, like he suffered from oxygen lost. Edison was covered in little burn marks, made by lit cigarettes and was too pale. These were the cause and effect of Tao's fears. Tao had some burn marks but you would have too study him reeeeally closely to see them and whenever someone saw his chest they weren't planning on studying it.

                      Zi blushed at his train of thoughts. He may be a child but he knew of things from Tao that a child should never know and he knew what it meant when Tao removed his shirt in front of someone. That was how babies were born. Zi asked Edison about it once and he just smiled evilly and said things that made Zi run away screaming in fear. That subject was never brought up again.

                      Zi shook his head, he was getting distracted. He looked back at the sleeping Tao; if he wanted too play it had to be now. Zi walked up too the mirror, touching it. It rippled like water and he stopped, making sure Tao was still asleep which he was. Zi sighed and stepped through the mirror. He was brought into a room that was still dark but just not...as dark. Tao lay in the middle of the room on a chair, his head lay on a table. Even Tao didn't look the same in here as he did out there. In here wounds never heal and Tao's face was riddled with bruises from hits his father bestowed upon him all those years ago. His mother rarely hit him; she attacked him verbally where his father preferred physical.

                     Again Zi got distracted. He walked up to Tao, in Tao's hand lay his stuffed rabbit; Sammy Jackson. A lot of people would think caring about a stuff bunny so much would be ridiculous for an adult but even if Zi thought Tao was a pabo he knew what that bunny meant to him so he never brought it up. That bunny was Tao's last remaining thread from his brother that went missing after saving Tao. Zi slowly poked Tao, making sure he was deep in sleep. He was, this was good. Zi slipped Tao's arm over his shoulder and picked him up. Zi was a special child and could carry Tao; Tao weighed nothing. Zi stepped back through the mirror, careful to keep on foot in it. If none of them were in the room then Tao would go into panic mode and may go insane.

                     Zi put Tao down carefully and stepped back inside, sitting on the chair just occupied by the other personality. Zi cracked his fingers and looked at the table in front of him, flipping off the cover. Below the cover was many pulsing rubber looking balls stuck in the soft foam of the tables insides. This is the sense station; where everything Tao tastes, hears, smells, sees, and feels end up. Zi knew how to use the whole thing and turned the ball that would open his eyes.

                    Zi smiled as he looked around Tao's room. He was laying on his bed. He looked at the clock, it was only 9: much to early to sleep. "Pabo Tao. Asleep so early like an old man." He cackled softly. "Zi doesn't need to sleep this early. Let's find someone too play with!" He cheered, jumping up and throwing on a wrinkled, over sized shirt. Tao wouldn't like it, it wasn't smoothed but Zi didn't care; clothes were clothes.

                    Zi slipped out the door and raced down the stairs, looking for someone too play with. It was still really early so someone HAD to be out and wanted to play with Zi. Zi started looking all over the school. "Who wants to play with Zi?!" He shouted.