Jason Chien was walking south on Third Avenue between 56th and 55th Streets when he went blind. A bright blue and green light that appeared to have been fired from a laser cannon destroyed his eyes.
Jason had never thought about what he’d do if he suddenly couldn’t see, but today he found out. Jason froze in place. The sidewalk was crowded with office workers on the hunt for lunch, and Jason fully expected somebody to crash into him. Jason’s last sight was of tattooed blond woman in her twenties walking two border collies, closing in at a fast clip, which made him think that if he didn’t get tackled from behind he would become entangled in the retractable leashes and face plant onto the pavement.
|Morpho photo by Ricky Wong. This is the same Morpho|
as the one in the photo below.
|Same Morpho as above - hard to believe, but that's the|
magic of the Seiko Morpho. Photo by Ricky Wong.
A shadow to the right followed him. Jason told himself that the shadow was just an aftereffect of temporary blindness, that nothing was there. But with each step the shadow stalked him. Jason sped up his pace. He wasn’t ready to run lest the shadow attack, like a leopard chasing an impala that suddenly darts, but he tensed his leg muscles just in case. Jason maintained a steady pace, his arm still in front of him.
Jason glanced to his right. The shadow still followed. Jason darted his eyes toward the left where he saw another ghostly phantom tracking him. He slid forward faster, lowering his arm in case he needed it to defend himself from whatever was pursuing him.
A man jumped toward him.
After a few seconds Jason understood what he saw. His reflection. If Jason had taken another step he would have crashed into the mirror. The creatures that had been stalking him were also reflections. I’m in a goddamn mirror maze.
Jason looked to both sides. could see again, though in this dim fog nothing appeared normal. The mist seemed to be simultaneously light and darkness.
“Who’s there?” A voice echoed down the maze’s twisting corridors. “Who screamed?”
“Ricky?” It can’t be. But Jason recognized the crisp consonants and mellow tones that defined Ricky Wong's voice. “Is that you?” Jason pivoted three hundred sixty degrees, trying to locate Ricky.
“What the hell happened? Where am I?”
“Follow my voice. I don’t think you’re far.”
“Is this a mirror maze, Ricky?”
“It is and it isn’t. Come to me. I'll tell you everything I know. I’ll keep talking so you can home in on me. Just walk slowly, your hand in front of you.”
“When I hadn’t seen any posts or messages from you for the past two days, I thought you were sick.”
“Not sick. I was here in this place. Keep going. You’ll find us soon. Hello, hello, hello.”
Jason turned to the left, then left again, then right several times followed by walking forward. as he closed in on Ricky. It was forward that made Jason most nervous. There should be a turn, there should be a turn. Walking in a straight line for too long was like answering a multiple choice test and marking “B” six times in a row. It felt wrong. No test maker creates a multiple choice test where there are many of the same answers in a row.
“Keep coming, buddy. I think I can hear your footsteps.”
“Okay,” Jason said. He felt he was closer, too, and lowered his voice’s volume. “It’s just like a mirror maze in an amusement park.” Jason rounded a mirrored corner.
“I wish — hey! You made it.”
Jason embraced Ricky in a bear hug. After a time, he released Ricky and stepped back. “So where are we?”
“An alternate dimension.” The woman’s voice came from above. Jason looked up. Another mirror maze with silvery glass panels, each about three meters tall, jutted out from one another at right angles. The woman stood perpendicular to Jason, as well as above him. The entire mirror maze above Jason and Ricky was at a right angle to them, defying gravity. The woman flexed her knees, pushed forward — or up, depending on your perspective — and landed softly beside Jason in his mirror maze. She offered a hand. “I’m Brittany.”
Ricky turned to the man on his left. “This is Alexi.”
Jason nodded. “Hi.”
“You have a Morpho on, right?” Brittany said. It was a statement, not a question.
Brittany shot her fist into the air. “I knew it! I mean, given that the three of us are wearing Morphos, it was a certainty that you would be, too.”
“I don’t understand. What does my watch have to do with anything?”
|Morpho photo by Jason Chien.|
Jason, like Ricky, spent years looking for a Seiko Morpho, with its unique dial that reflected blue or green depending on the angle you viewed the watch from. And it wasn’t just an ordinary blue or green; the colors looked like they were plucked out of Saturn’s rings.
“Um. Because it’s rare, like a lot of vintage watches?”
Ricky shook his head. Brittany continued, “It’s rare because Seiko recalled them.”
“They recalled the Morpho in 1973, the same year that they made them. Somebody at Seiko must have figured out how dangerous the Morpho is. Some Morphos slipped through the net, though, like the one on your wrist. On Ricky, Alexi and my wrists.”
“I’m confused. What does the Morpho have to do with this mirror maze?”
“It’s not a mirror maze. Everything you see around you is the alternate universe, or another dimension if you prefer. Our Morpho’s blue and green metamorphosing dial isn’t just a pretty picture. It opens a portal to mirror maze world. I knew that Seiko had done a watch buyback, but I just didn’t know why. Until now.”
“It’s true,” Ricky said.
Alexi nodded. “Da.”
“How is that possible?” Jason asked.
“We don’t know how,” Ricky replied. “But it’s the only answer that makes sense. We’ve explored for two days. All that’s here in this place, this universe, are mirrors. There’s nothing else, not even day and night. Just mirrors arranged in what looks like a maze.”
Jason swiveled his head, seeing only an infinity of reflections on all sides. “Alright.”
There was one other question Jason needed to ask. Maybe it was relevant, maybe not, but this piece of the puzzle upset whatever balance remained in Jason’s mind. “Ricky, why are you wearing Snoopy pajamas?”
Ricky blushed, becoming the only red in this gray reality. “I was in bed when I got transported.”
“You wear —”
“Yeah, yeah. I wear my watch to bed.”
Jason looked toward Brittany. “Now what? Can we get back to our Earth?”
“Yes. I think so,” Brittany said. “I read a lot of sci fi. Doorways between universes are rarely one way.” Brittany pushed the bridge of her glasses.
“Hold hands,” Brittany commanded. “Organize yourselves into a rectangular shape, like the maze pieces.”
“I hope so,” Brittany said. “We’ve had a couple of days to think about this while waiting for a fourth Morpho so that we can create the right geometric shape.”
Jason, Ricky, Alexi and Brittany held hands. Jason and Ricky stood opposite, slipping their feet backwards and arms forward, leaning toward each other to mimic a rectangle's long side. Jason and Ricky's ligaments strained to their breaking points.
“One thing. If this works, if we get back to our universe, we have to destroy our Morphos”
“Nooo!” Jason shouted, as a blue and green light enveloped them.
Yuki Takahashi ran into Maki Yamamoto's office. He flung open the door like he was a trillion tons of water bursting a dam. Takahashi bent over, his hands on his legs, his lungs scraping against his ribs as they labored to replenish his oxygen.
Yamamoto stood at his desk. Watch designers don't ever enter the president of Seiko's office without an appointment, let alone nearly break down the door. Before Yamamoto could interrogate this interloper, Takahashi blurted out, "The SBGA 993, the new Snowflake, the one with the Antarctic ice blue dial. The one that shifts color as you look at it from different directions. We have to recall it!"
Takahashi spoke between gulps of air. "Morpho. We did it again."
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