Tony kept to himself, staring out the window and trying to thing about anything other than what he was apparently capable of doing. There was noise all around him from all his fellow new arrivals chatting with old timers and what even seemed to be family members for some. He watched a couple of birds chasing each other until he could feel someone looking at him. Initially, he tried to ignore the feeling but it was like a fly circling his head and eventually, Tony tore his gaze from the window and looked over to where he could feel someone's eyes on him. Boy, had he wished he never looked over. There was someone seated at the opposite end of the table who looked almost identical to him.
Tony's eyes went wide and he did a double take. And a triple take. And a quadruple take. Someone had to be messing with his mind. If he could do the things with someone else's mind that he was apparently capable of doing, then there certainly had to be someone out there who could make him think there was a carbon copy of himself at the other end of the table. But then the boy was speaking, and he had a British accent? His surprised look mixed with a confused look and he had absolutely no idea what to do.
Should he say something? Should he run away? Should he go over and poke the mirror image to see if it was real? Tony opted to do absolutely nothing but stare at his reflection at the other end of the table. He felt like his feet were weighted down by a thousand pounds each and his hands had been super glued to the table. His mouth felt like someone had blown a cup of dust in to it and his mind was a mess of scrambled eggs. The best thing for everyone was for him to just not do anything.