Without a word Jonah took the medical bag in hand and moved into the bathroom. The soft lights flicked on immediately without so much as a flicker. The bathroom was a quiet sea of ivory and, what was that? Taupe? Small nameless bottles collected themselves neatly behind the silver arch of the faucet, the toilet sat to the side, out of the way. The bath hid behind a dusky vanilla curtain. The whole scene was most remarkable to him for what it did not have. No flies, no reek of waste or chemicals. Jonah briefly stopped in the doorway wondering how he had drifted so far from a normal life that it seemed as insane as his normal delusions.<br/><br/>Stepping into the cool room he set the bag on the table top area between the sink and the toilet. He scanned the array of implements in the compact leather bag. Suturing needles, several weights of stitch material, bandages, was that slap on morphine patches? Medical clamps? This girl was the real deal and judging from the Dancer's performance in the subway car, she had serious skills as well. He felt in over his head, again.<br/><br/>Looking up at the mirror he sees not only his own Nordic features...<br/><br/>...but both women are standing right behind him.<br/><br/>His heart leaped straight into his throat and he whirled around without a plan in his head. But the room was empty, feeling a little closer with his heart hammering in his chest but still empty. The shower curtain didn't even shift. Turning back to the mirror, shifting his eyes slowly he saw...<br/><br/>...that they are still there standing behind him. They are lit top down with a hard light that throws their features into deep shadow, dark pool of night are their eyes, gathered under their delicate noses and painted their lips.<br/><br/>The Scrapper opens her mouth and says the word “Victoria” but her voice sounded strange, accented, Balkan, Slavic? Jonah doesn't know but the “V” is almost a “W”, just enough to give it an old world curl in her mouth. Victoria.<br/><br/>Jonah almost nodded to the glass.<br/><br/>The Dancer looks nervous, shy, timid. She rubs her arms below the frame of the refection like one dies when one needs something to do. Her lovely curves suddenly seem out of place in the steam age costuming. She says the word “Dina” and Jonah realizes that he cannot hear them speak but just sees their lips moving and understands the words.<br/><br/>Behind them in the reflection the room seems to open up to a wide screen of windows, floor to ceiling windows, walls of glass. It seems to be raining outside but as he leans closer to the glass Jonah realizes that it is not rain, it is a stream of glass. Shards and pieces of glass rain down past the window, soundless as a silent movie but glittering and winking in the night as they shower past.<br/><br/>Then in an instant someone is staring back at him, looking him right in  the eyes, not a inch away from his face.<br/><br/>Jonah jerks his head back with a cry only to see that it is himself. Finally he is seeing himself in the mirror.<br/><br/>For a moment he breathed heavily in the cool bathroom before lowering his eyes and then ducking his face into the sink, flipping on the faucet. He washed his face with heedless strokes, the cool water, the faint twinges of pain right around his mouth. They were good things. The spoke to him like a body should speak, they spoke the languages of living moment to moment, and in the clean too.<br/><br/>Without even thinking Jonah stripped off his ruined hoodie and the AC/DC shirt he lifted from the street dealer in Queens. Shoes, no socks, over large jeans, stretch belt, it all found a home in a pile on the floor. Pale and naked he swept the curtain to one side and stepped into the shower, awkward and gangly in his haste.<br/><br/>He didn't need stitches, didn't need bactine or bandages or even a band aid. The Aesir would take care of all that. What he needed was water, to be clean, to finally be clean. Jonah needed that more than air.<br/><br/>He blindly flipped a level and turned a knob and when the ice cold stream lanced into him, jittering in its massage setting, he sucked in his breath and started scrubbing himself new.<br/>