Reflexus

Vincent, I don't want to get that involved with the mechanics of moving.

I just want to be teleported into my new flat, and you should know that.

I do, Corrine.

Let's not forget that most of this stuff is yours.

Corrine ignores him and picks up a handful of her possessions and staggers off up the stairs.

A few moments later, Vincent's voice comes from behind the hillock of clothes he's just dumped onto the bed.

That's all I've got for today, babe.

I've got to get ready for work.

I hate that stupid job of yours.

Can't you do something else? I can and will, once I've finished my course.

The pay is fractionally better than Seino's, and I get the daytime free.

I know, but sitting in that block on your own all night, isn't it scary? Not particularly.

I get to study and I only have to walk around the building once every couple of hours.

The rest of the time I'm just watching the CCTV.

I can't believe it'll be too long until AI takes over monitoring it.

I'm not sure why it hasn't already, to be honest.

Okay, if you say so.

It just means that I'm here, alone, all night.

I might meet someone.

You might, Corrine.

But if you wanted to do that, you would anyway.

Now, is there anything else before I go? Yes, can you help me with the mirror, please? Okay, but we need to be quick.

They both trot downstairs.

Vincent looks at the huge wooden frame mirror, still in its wrapping.

What's so special about this mirror again? It's got a gizmo in it that connects to our phones.