I thought the same in the beginnig but then when I looked again, the other piece of me was living on its own. It wasn't like a mirror where the reflection moves together with me. It moved on its own, as if it did not need me for the existence of I. The piece of me was more than a reflection. It continued on living its own life. It had its own interactions in the place I left it. It was as if looking at myself from a movie. The only difference was that the piece of me did not behave on a predicted storyline... I couldn't tell what it will do next.