The Nightmares Come While I'm Awake

He had crawled through the mirror before. In his apprenticeship, being taught by a him that never was and never would be. Through the mirror he crawled, into the rooms that looked normal until you saw the places that never got reflected. Here, pulsing madness reigned. It was through these cracks that the Outside could be reached if you dared to wade through the half-living barrier.

It was a wonder of the whole of reality that he never showed to Jessica. She didn’t need to see the place where her pretty, sneering reflection liked to relax.