Mirrors 2 Page #3

was being held.

There's even a clinical diagnosis...

for an intense fear of mirrors

called spectrophobia.

Lots of psychic baggage

in them there mirrors.

So I guess

I'm doing pretty well, then?

In light of all you've been through...

combined with all the superstitions

we hold regarding mirrors...

I'd say you're doing

pretty good indeed.

How are you holding' up?

Fine.

Your father didn't tell you.

Tell me what?

Jenna McCarty,

the woman you met the other day...

she died last night.

They found her in her apartment.

How did she die?

The police said she fell through glass.

It ripped her head off.

It was a horrible accident.

Such a tragedy.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I'm... just surprised.

You sure?

Yeah.

- Will you call me if you need anything?

- Yeah.

Thanks.

I still can't believe it.

Hello?

Are you here? It's me.

Hello?

Oh, God.

I'm really starting to lose it again.

"P." "P." Parker.

Where's the number?

God!

Oh, God!

Hi. You've reached Ryan's

answering machine.

I'm unable to get up

and get the phone right now...

so leave me a message with your name

and your phone number...

- Come on, goddamn it.

- and I will get back to you shortly.

Take care.

You ever seen a 10-56 like that?

I'm not sure.

One thing I know-

This is the second death of an employee

who worked at the Mayflower.

The third, if you count the girl

who went missing two months ago.

- Officer.

- Yes, sir.

The witnesses.

Where'd you put 'em?

Hey, Pic.

Check out the badge.

He's definitely a person of interest.

Hello?

Yeah, hi, Dad.

What time is it?

I don't know. It's late.

What's going on, Max?

I'm just- I'm calling

to let you know that I'm-

I'm gonna be quitting my job.

Are you all right?

No, not really.

I can't keep working there.

It's too much.

Too much?

Yeah.

I think I'm seeing things again.

I'm really sorry.

I don't care about the job.

Just-

- I need to know that you're okay.

- Yeah.

I'm okay.

Stop by tomorrow and drop off

your ID badge and all that, you know.

Yeah, I will.

Thank you for understanding, Dad.

Max, I'm your father...

and I do support you.

You know that.

Yeah, I do.

Okay.

Get some rest.

Okay.

What's wrong with you?

Dad!

Dad!

Max, what are you doing here?

I know what I need to do.

I came by-

- I changed my mind.

- Good for you.

I wanna stay at the Mayflower.

Come here.

Give me one.

Thank you.

It's gonna be okay.

Yeah, I know.

We don't know why things happen

the way that they do...

but they have a tendency

to work themselves out.

Everything happens for a reason, Max.

Yeah. Right.

Are you hungry?

Want a slice?

I'm good.

- Can you hold up a sec?

- Just need a minute.

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