“Fuck! Anyone out there? Help me!”

Tommy. Diana had been following after him after losing Eli and then the mirrors began to shift. A convincing prank to be sure as she watched red begin to pool down the mirrors, covering her reflection as they dripped down the surface. She tilted her head, staring at it, and almost reached her hand out when she heard the shattering in the distance and Tommy’s cry for help.

“Tommy?” she called out. “Tommy where are you?” She started moving the direction she last saw him in, being careful not to touch the red substance on walls. It wasn’t blood. It couldn’t be. “Tommy keep talking so I can find you!” She kept her eyes on the ground, hoping to be able to tell the real corridors from the reflections.