And then, from the Tokyo door, there's a sound of shattering glass. Ignoring his fallen shopping bag, Sparrow just stares, and stares, and stares, a hand of ice around his heart.

He rushes forward, staring at the hovering figure, turning to Igor in anguish. "What have you done to him?"

Igor just shakes his head, grinning behind his folded hands. "Look again, Goro Akechi. This is not your Trickster."

Sparrow does, indeed, look again. No, not the right one at all. The clothes, the camera.... all are wrong. But the blue glow around him, regrowing the last of his extremities—he knows he sees it in his nightmares.

"Oh, Ren," he whispers, looking away, and stepping back to wait.