Sean's eye twitched in annoyance as he tried (and failed) to stand up from the filthy garbage heap. "Whatever do you mean?" He inquired cooly, "We only just met, and as I mentioned before, I am a wanted man; so why should I confide my life's story in you?" Kamille's palm hit her forehead, and Sean smiled inwardly, happy that he was causing them as much annoyance as they provoked in him. "Because so far, we are the only one's I've seen who can stand your attitude. Honestly, if I was Mirage, and my brother was like you, I would have ditched you long ago. His patience astounds me." Jason nodded in agreement with his sister. "Same here, I don't know how Mirage puts up with you."

   Sean didn't know why this small comment hurt so much, it might have been the awful morning he'd had, or the fact that he'd woken up at two, but it hurt; and he was fed up with all of this prodding. They wanted clues? They'll get clues. Fueled by his newly-founded anger, he finally succeeded in standing up to his full height -which was taller than both of the twins- and stared both of them down; quietly reveling in their sudden scared expressions. 

   His tirade began in a whisper, "Oh? You don't know how Mirage does it? Me neither. I'll bet if he had a choice -which he doesn't- he would leave me just like everyone else did!" His voice steadily grew in volume until he was yelling, ranting to the Jugas like it was their fault. "How does he do it? I don't know! Why don't you go ask Elias?! Or Brandon?! Or Alexi!? Heck, ask Superman-Man for all I care! Just don't ask ME!" With that last syllable, Sean shoved both of the Jugas into the dirty, brick wall, a light blue, glowing mist -not unlike Elias' levitation powers- began emitting from his eyes and started to shape itself into a large, spherical shape in the air. It looked like a beach ball, though a long, worm-like tail extended from the back. 

   Sean blinked, his rage instantly replaced with terror sparked by the floating sphere. "No!" he started to yell at the half-formed shape, "Go back to where you came from!" His hand cut through the mist, trying to disperse it, while the twins looked on in wonder, fear, and mostly amusement. "Nobody likes you! You have no friends!" He must have hurt the shape's feelings, because with a final wave, it disappeared, leaving the alley slightly fogged.

   Drained and defeated, Sean stood with his back facing them as Kamille and Jason shakily separated themselves from the wall, chuckling all the while. He couldn't see it, but he could practically feel Kamille's smirk as she helped up her brother. "Thank you for your cooperation."

   "Yeah sure." Sean mumbled, suddenly exhausted from his emotional explosion, "Go on, destroy my life. See if I care. You can't break what's already broken, or whatever that quote said." Waving a disheartened hand in their general direction, he went ahead and sat down on the trash pile again, splitting a bag and scattering old tomato soup cans all over the floor. "I'll be recovering if anyone needs me." With that, he pulled out Myles' phone and flipped through the various tapper games. 

   The to-do-list popped up on his home screen: Call Shiela, Right.

   With much negotiation, he managed to excuse himself from the Juga's company. Trying to get his voice back into shape, he walked deeper into the alleyway and tried to remember his ruse. What did he say his job was last time? Oh right, computer salesman, shouldn't be too hard to fake.

   He clicked on her contact -which was "Helicopter sis," with several vomiting emojis- and listened to it ring. "Hi! It's Sheila, I can't get to my phone right now. I am probably somewhere beautiful or enjoying the view in London, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Thanks!"  Sighing in relief when the machine answered him, he gave thanks to the deity that had booked her schedule, and made his life a lot easier.

   *Beep*

   "Hey Sheila, It's me, Myles. Mom said you were worried about me, so I called to assure you that I am fine, and you don't need to leave thirty, passive-agressive messages on my voicemail again. I am not allowed to be on my phone at work, no matter how 'unfair' and 'primitive' that is, so I'll try to call you after my next shift. If I don't, My boss probably has me on overtime or something, or I just don't care. Thanks for your concern! Bye!" Hanging up in a hurry and switching phones, he  was too caught up in his swirling, angry emotions and screaming internal-voices to sense the person not-so-stealthily sneaking away. As he unlocked his own phone, he was bombarded with notifications that weren't there earlier this morning.

   Scanning the old chat groups, his eyebrows raised higher and higher until they were nearly completely hidden by his hairline. His old High-school buddies were planning a get-together, and the conversations were quite...interesting. Scrolling through the different texts, he learned more about his former-friends than he had ever wanted to know. Apparently, most of them had either gone to jail (some of them were put there by his own hands, not that he'd ever tell them that), or gotten addicted to something. Figures, most of the messages had something to do with weed, boose, or other forms of drugs that he had never resorted to because of his Myles impersonation. Long story short, Myles didn't do drugs, so neither did he. As he scrolled, Sean's eye caught on an oddly specific text from his former girlfriend from high school -Ruby Carlton- who had been arrested for prostitution, and was calling him out by name on the group chat. She was asking if he wanted to "hang out" for a while over the weekend. He politely declined with no hesitation, shivering at the thought. He had broken up with her for a reason, and that reason still stands. 

   Replying to most of the invitations -and declining all of them- Sean put his phone away and sauntered back into the main ally, where the Jugas were whispering to each other behind their hands.

   Too tired to care, he rearranged the trash bags and used one as a pillow, trying to get some sleep despite the ungodly smell. It was rather hard though, since apparently the Juga's didn't know how to whisper. "....phone....sister....parents....Myles..." were some of the many, many words that his ears picked up. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened, but Sean wasn't too concerned. Let them think he was Myles, everyone else did, and it would get them off his back for now.

   Opting to sleep the rest of the day away, since that little tidbit of false information was going to keep the Jugas busy for a while, he wished that these people could've thrown out a decent bed, instead of these old food scraps. He could always go back to his house, but these twins would almost certainly follow him, and he didn't trust them enough yet to show them where he lived. Eventually, when he finally fell asleep, his dreams were as horrific as always; filled with claws,  gears, explosions, and the sound of his own demented laughter.

   When he startled himself out of the nightmare, he was being shaken by the shoulders, with Kamille yelling into his ear. "Come on, we have to pick up our suits. You slept like a rock for a whole day!" Sitting up groggily, he grunted out the best response his sluggish brain could come up with. "Really? Wow. That leaves my old record in the dust." Sluggishly, he grabbed Kamille's hand and let her pull him to his feet, ignoring the chorus of "aww"s that echoed throughout his cerebrum.

As they walked -or stumbled, in Sean's case- out of the ally, Jason was seen by the curb, tapping his foot impatiently. "What took you so long? We have a deadline!" Grabbing Kamille's hand and beginning to walk, before he stopped apprehensively and turned back to face Sean. "Do you know where we are going?"

Sighing, he braced himself for the question that he knew would be asked once he said this. "Yes, but she lives in the downtown. Very far downtown." Here it was, the million dollar question: "Is there a way to get there faster?" Nodding, Sean had his answer rehearsed and prepared. "I think I know a guy."