I am just about to leap when I notice the frame around him and relax.

A mirror.

As I stare at myself I lose track of time. My face, my body, everything seems strange to me but at the same time familiar. Yet, as these thoughts try to worry my mind, I find it increasingly hard to care. My mind is filled with images and feelings that overwhelm me in waves, almost too much to be contained. I am aware - almost as if another voice occupies my mind, giving instructions - that I must be cautious, that such thoughts as fill my brain are not to be publicised. I realise that I need to be careful, and maybe this is not the time.

All the while knowledge is entering my head, telling me what I need to know. It leads me back through the corridors of the house past the closed doors of occupied bedrooms, and across the courtyard to the room with its dark and fumes. Once there the voice urges me to reach for the cup and I drink, feeling sweet pain rack my body as my eyes start to fail me. Darkness descends.