He was frozen in place. How could he be-

"How can I be a part of your civilization, or cult, - I don't know - if you lived three millenia ago?" he asked quietly. It seemed he picked up on any noise - he heard much more than ever before.

"Oh, Led, do you think we're alive at this point?" Arlene stepped in front of the crowd of elegant creatures, her nearly translucent red hair reflecting in the opaque mirror, the shine of her curls casting sunbeams onto his jacket.

It seemed to Led that he had been in a long endless tunnel, and that he had finally stepped out of it. But the outside of the latter hadn't ever been a desperate mirage of his.

"We've reincarnated into the bodies we think are the closest to how we looked in our previous lives," the woman said flatly, and the rest took a step forward. "You, Led, are a part of us because you too, lived 3 millenia ago. You died in a horrible way though, and we couldn't revive you. Couldn't revive your soul. But, you're with us now. And you can be with us. Forever."

A hand stretched out from the mirror. Led jumped. It was feminine.

"Angela offers you a pact. Join us, and you will be immortal. Refuse, and you'll die in a few years - deep in the waters you have a thin chance of survival. Being a Minoan, you'll get access to knowledge you've never heard of before - only you can access it, as you possess our extraordinary intellect. You can die whenever you so please."

Blue eyes. Prayer. Dance.

Averted his eyes only to see hers in his mind's eye.

Prayer. Pleading. The mirror.

"Will I stay here... with you?" He breathed. His breath caught in his throat. She touched his hand, discreetly so that the others couldn't see.

He fought not to loosen his collar.

"Yes. In Atlantis."

Atlantis!

He slowly turned around to face them all. They were elegant, distinguished and sophisticated, and in their eyes he saw the faces of his colleagues - friends. He looked down - the floor was translucent. Hidden in the depths of the ocean was Mischievous Soul, the people and the sheriffs, the cleaning and the universities, the house... The world.

And somewhere, enshrouded by indigo, was Atlantis, where his teammates hunched over his soulless body.

So this was Atlantis. If it was Atlantis, then he guessed who they were.

Who was going to save them? He - the castaway of Atlantis?