This time the strange sense of déjà vu and displacement in the pit of her stomach doesn't throw Misa for a loop the way it did before; the feeling is there and then gone in an instant, and something lands on the stair beside her. Misa glances down to see the glossy cover of Eighteen Magazine, a pop starlet she doesn't recognize staring up at her with a bubbly smile.

"Did you feel—" Misa begins to ask, before seeing the expression on Lazarus's face. So he echoed something too, and not something physical. Why kissing him on the cheek caused dual echoes is something Misa has no small degree of curiosity about, but figuring that and the magazine out can wait.

"Lazarus, hey— it's okay," she reassures him, setting her hand on his knee. She doesn't miss the fact that his doppel seems to be affected too, which opens all sorts of other new questions, but he isn't her main concern. "We're still right here."