I felt abandoned and alone…
But I wasn’t.
I turned at some suggestion of a sound and saw
— Myself.

I know how strange that sounds. And it was strange, strange and disorienting. We never see our own faces, […], even in mirrors. I think we learn at an early age to pose for mirrors, to show ourselves our best angles. It’s a very different experience to find one’s face and body occupying the space of another person.
(…)
I whispered, “Who are you?”
His voice was firm, not ghostly.
He said, “That’s a complicated question. But I think you know part of the answer already”