[ It was Caleb. Not an imposter with greying hair and nothing behind his eyes. The moment he laid eyes on him in person Molly's shoulders sagged in relief. He had fought him once and that had been more than enough, he didn't relish the idea of having to do it again.

Not with his shoulder still aching from the last time.

And since Essek didn't seem ready to start explaining, Molly took the reins for the moment. ]

Something... switched places with you while you were in the television. Someone who looked like you. He got up to some shit.