“This is awkward.” Shībài zhě said as the silence and the only sound heard was David's alarm clock seemed to stretch on.

He was standing in the middle of what seemed like David's bedroom based on the items in the room. There were posters of popular video games, movies, and bands. In the corner of the room was a computer and by the door, there was a T.V with what seemed to be a game console. He looked at the clock. It was 6 A.M. And in front of him was David, in his bed and wearing the same pajamas that Shībài zhě had seen him in China. David seemed as confused as Shībài zhě the first time that he had seen David.

“Wait, so it wasn’t a dream?” David said hoping that the last 16 hours were not real.

“It seems not.”

After the fight in the park, Shībài zhě had taken David on a tour of Beijing, and on the way he explained the situation to him. The men that had attacked them belonged to a gang that Shībài zhě was investigating and he had infiltrated their headquarters the day before, which was the reason for the bloodied shirt and the reason he was sleeping in front of the Palace Museum. David did not ask any further questions, especially about his trance because it seemed that Shībài zhě was trying to ignore that as well. They continued exploring the city until 10 P.M when they returned to the restaurant and asked the chef for a room where Shībài zhě fell asleep and promised David to help in his search for answers. The next thing they knew, their roles were now reversed as Shībài zhě was now the ghost and David was the one in control.

David got out of his bed, turned off his alarm, and headed out towards the hallway and into the bathroom. Shībài zhě wanted to follow him across the hallway but he remembered something that David had done and wanted to try it himself. Shībài zhě walked through the wall in the direction of the bathroom. In the bathroom, he saw David washing his face. Shībài zhě also noticed that he could not see his reflection in the mirror. David seemed to have noticed Shībài zhě as he could see the reflection. He turned around to see him.

“I think I figured some things out,” David said.

“Like what.” Shībài zhě replied, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

“It seems that whenever one of us sleeps, we go to where the other person is in the form of a ghost. I think.” David began explaining. “There is also that fact that we seem to travel 4 hours back every time the other person wakes up.”

“And it seems that the ‘ghost’, can neither be seen,” Shībài zhě continued the explanation. “Nor can they be heard, and they can’t touch anything or feel anything like hunger.”

“And we cannot stay more than 12 feet away from the other person.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I noticed when you were being escorted out of the palace museum.” 

“But why and how is this happening to us.” Shībài zhě said.

“I have no idea,” David answered.

At this point, David could hear his alarm from across the hall, so he left his room in a rush to turn it off.

“Oh no. I have to make breakfast.” He said and the Shībài zhě saw him leave the room and down the stairs as quickly as possible, and he followed while examining the house.