Nothing interesting ever happened to Altmann anymore. Not that he minded, though, honestly. Quiet life suited him just fine, and in his opinion he would prefer a week of solitude and quiet than a week of adventure and partying. ....Partying always gave him such a headache, anyway, so he wasn't in the habit of frequenting any sort of bar on the weekend. Living in Berlin, Bars on a Friday were hard to avoid. Loud music blasting, people having a good time. Flashing lights and very little clothing... ugh. Whatever happened to the days when the young ones spent their days learning their trades and working jobs like proper young people did?
Ah, he couldn't waste his time thinking things like that, over, he decided. Turning a corner and making his way back to his home. A quaint little house with not much more than he needed in it. Run with electricity, but only for certain things like running water and that strange mechanical stove he'd had to get installed. His insurance wouldn't allow him to run a woodstove any longer, so he'd been forced to make a switch despite his wishes. When he entered, he was immediately trilled at by a large, black eagle sitting on a post in the kitchen. He paid no attention to the needy bird, passing by the kitchen table, tossing his coat onto it. He was headed to the washroom to clean his face, but he stopped short. The large, antique mirror in the hall... had a crack in it. ....When had that happened? He frowned deeply, reaching out to touch the crack... only for his fingers to entirely pass through the surface of the glass. He pulls back, suddenly, a look of shock on his face. That wasn't possible, was it?? No, he was just tired. It had been a few days since he slept, there was no way... He reached forward again, expecting entirely for his fingers to hit the solid surface... and they passed through it again. ...Now that was weird. No, impossible. Curiosity getting the better of him, however, he leaned forward. Pushing his head against it instead. The place in which he looked out wasn't a place he knew. It was in Germany, he could tell that much by the structure, but. Something was off. Something was wrong here. Tentatively, he stepped fully into the room. A hall, not much unlike his own. Belonging to whom, though? ...Well. He wouldn't knew until he found out. And this man wasn't afraid of much, so strolling about the strange house on the other side of his mirror he went.
He probably wasn't expecting to come face-to-face with the man who lived here. He was about to get the shock of his life.
