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[Shortly after his conversation with Mirror Clem, Louis decides the best course of action is to find someone who knows some shit about the Mirror Side for help. He wants to go to Michonne, but she's gone and that loss does not help his state of growing panic at all.

Then he remembers George writes about the Mirrors, she's got her ear on every goddamn door. If anyone knows anything about anything, it's going to be George. So she's going to get a panicked call from an increasingly distressed teenager. Best way to start the day. ]

George? George, some really weird shit is going down. Clem's Mirror is on this side, as in the Real Side, and apparently that means our Clem is on the Mirror Side and she's fucking stuck there and I don't know how to get her back. I mean, she hasn't even got her crutches, I checked! They're right in her room!

[He's not freaking out, YOU'RE freaking out. He's just not stopping for breath, is all. It's fine.]

Her Mirror said that it wasn't safe over there and that's why she's here and you know, I'm totally for keeping the Mirrors safe, they're people too and everything, but I also really don't want my girlfriend in a potential deathtrap while some weirdo with her face wanders around being kind of an asshole. How do I even start fixing this?

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[She recognizes panic when she hears it.]

Breathe. The first thing you do is breathe and keep breathing because you're no use to Clementine if you pass out from lack of oxygen, understood?

[She understands the panic, and she knows he wants to rush, but better to take that moment before doing something rash.]

Then come up to my office. We'll talk there.

[He does his very best to follow her instruction, sucking in deep, shaky breaths. They're not really helping him calm down any, but at least he's stopped hyperventilating. ]

Okay. Okay. I'll be right there.

[And he really does mean right there. He races off to George's office, barrelling through the door. So much for not panicking. He does, at least, have the foresight to close the door behind him. He doesn't trust Clem's Mirror to not come through and listen in or something.]

So this is bad? Like really bad? I think there's more crossing over too.

[Shaun has has a little time to chat with George, though not much. Enough to let her know that he's not on Team Let's Move to the Real Side. He waves at Louis.]

Yeah, a few. Hi. Shaun Mason. Nice to meet you.

My brother's Mirror. [Georgia nods at him, then gestures towards the couch.] Don't worry, we've talked. He's with us.

[Louis tenses, just for a moment- until George gives this Shaun the all clear. Louis had told Clem's Mirror that he believed the Mirrors should be treated like people too, and he'd meant that. But he's also aware some of the Mirrors are a genuine threat. It's good to know Shaun's isn't one. ]

Hey, likewise.

[He relaxes his defences, but he's far from happy- but this, at least, has nothing to do with Mirror Shaun's presence. ]

So. You got any idea how we can fix this festering mess of bullshit?

[Realistically, Shaun is pretty sure that Queen or no Queen, they're going to get sent back to their own side of the looking glass soon enough, and it's not like it's that bad over there these days, if a little more boring than the Real side, but even he's smart enough to know that that's not the answer Louis wants right now.]

Well, do you know where she is?

If we can make her look in a mirror, she'll cross back over. But there's nothing to keep her from crossing back over immediately.

[Georgia frowns. She'd rather not do this by trickery anyway.]

Maybe I can talk to her.

I don't know where Real Clem is.

[His worry isn't as visceral, now he has help- but it's there, bubbling uneasily in his chest. He folds his arms, staring at the ground miserably. ]

I mean, she hasn't got her crutches, so she's probably holed up in a room somewhere safe.

[It used to be that Clem would fight her way through everything. These days, she's more careful, and Louis has to try and marry the idea of being grateful for that while also feeling bad she's lost such an intrinsic part of her.]

You think that would work? Getting her to look into a mirror? She seemed pretty adamant that she was sticking here.

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