This other Ronan isn't like any terror he's ever seen or dreamt into being, but the dread that curdles low in his belly feels the same even before he's being shoved backward. He's always known the difference between his dreams and reality, but suddenly Ronan's second-guessing fucking everything as he watches a mirror image of himself pull out a pack of cigarettes.

Out the corner of his eye, he sees Noah suddenly on his feet. Noah, who looks just as shaken as Ronan feels.

Above them, Chainsaw and her own doppelgänger screech and flap wildly, the sound of it matching the mess under Ronan's ribcage.

It's Noah's voice that draws him back, the quiet words meant as reassurance. Except none of this fucking fine. Ronan has no idea what the fuck is going on, but it's not Goddamn fine.

He lunges, lips pulled back in a violent sneer as swings his fist straight at the imposter's face.