With the room abound in awkward silence, David's absurdly nervous shaking becomes quite apparent to his counterparts. Mystica and Benedict watch in abject disgust and morbid fascination respectively as David's jittery hand brings the cup of tea to his lips. He sips deeply, trying to escape to a memory, but nothing relevant comes to mind. It is a blank slate; his happiness literally stolen from him. As he swallows the now lukewarm tea, Benedict gives a slight snort, finally breaking the silence.

"So you're facing who this week?" he asks with a roll of the eyes at David's odd behaviour. By comparison, Benedict is much more amused than either of the others. His breaths emerge in quick succession, like lemmings following one another off a cliff. His excited demeanour can almost be mistaken for David's complete nervousness, if not for his massive grin and brilliantly wide eyes.

"I will be facing some...uh...cat..." Mystica interrupts, shoving David out of the conversation. Taking this as a lead, David disappears to the other side of the room to stare out the window. It is in this motion that he hopes some solidarity may come to him. Something calming. It's an effort in vain, he knows, but he tries, closing his eyes and trying to disappear into the aether.

"A cat?" Benedict snickers, growing more enthused with every word. "Really?"

"Mmm," comes Mystica's mumbling response. "Wears a jaguar mask or something. Got his head bashed in by some fellow who will hopefully do the same to that damn Angelus."

"Can we try to focus on the more important matter at hand?"

David's almost angered voice breaks up the conversation. With his back still turned to his partners-in-mind, he sips his tea and gently places the cup down on the windowsill. He clears his throat, welcoming input by either one of the others. Benedict quickly jumps on the opportunity.

"What, worried about us?" Benedict asks, squirming in his chair. To this movement, Mystica can only sigh in response, obviously annoyed by Benedict's hyperactivity. All three can still feel the results of Warfare's painful main event, but Benedict seems able to filter out the sensations.

"About me," David replies with emphasis. In the reflection from the window, Benedict and Mystica can see David's normally lucid face distort into an angry grimace. "Need I remind you all who is the real person here?"

"I take offense to that," Benedict replies, crossing his legs. He feels quite at home.

"As much as I hate to agree with Captain Methamphetamine here," Mystica sneers, pointing to the gray clad version of himself, "I have to agree. We have equal share here."

"It's not a matter of sharing, idiot," David growls back, eyes narrowing to pained slits. "We are one person divided. This. Is Not. Normal."

"When have we ever been normal?" Benedict shoots back with a smirk. "If I might delve into the memory bank, I can recall certain events that shaped us into...the strange."

David turns abruptly on his heel to face Benedict, his face curled up in rage. An eyebrow on David's face twitches haphazardly, illustrating the frustration of the moment.

"And why exactly do you have access to memories I do not?" David asks in accusatory tone, pointing a finger to the smiling fool.

"Because I'm the moderator of the mystery!" Benedict exclaims, unfolding his legs and excitedly stomping his feet on the carpet. It's all good fun to him. "This big question of who we are. All these questions of why it all occurs. How we got here. How we were shaped."

"So you're the one stealing them away!" Mystica suddenly adds in, rising to his feet to join David in gaining higher ground on the Ego. "Have you no idea what frustration this is causing? For god's sake, all I get is the violent images! No wonder I'm the one running the show every week!"

He points to David.

"You're the one who wants me to fight!"

"No, idiot," David responds, pushing Mystica's hand away. "You're the Id. You do what the heart wants with no consequence. It's the master hand pushing you in. Basically, the God of our collective brings you out when we don't agree on it. Don't you get it?"

"No," Mystica snarls back, stepping forward to get into David's face. Now nose-to-nose, David can only grin. He knows everything now.

"I'm the only real one here," David announces with a knowing smirk, not even bothering to step back from Mystica, who begins to take in heavy breaths.

"And how are you so sure?" asks Benedict.

"Because I'm the only one drinking tea. The only one who can interact with real things."

---

With this revelation, the scene faded. With black overtaking his vision, David suddenly awoke in bed, apparently several hours later, judging from the birds singing outside his window and the light of the sun replacing the dark of the night. Panting, David fell backwards onto his side, sweat running down his forehead. But with the coming morning, something told David the nightmare had just begun,

Achievements

• 1x Tag Team Champion
  
• August 2013 Superstar of the Month (Thank you all so much!)
  
• 1x US Champion
  
• 1x X-treme Champion