Everything was happening so fast, so horribly wrong. He can't get his footing, and Federico--- Something was attacking him. Something robotic, a double? This was bad, and it was worsening by the minute.

He's afraid, so afraid and his head aches and he keeps scrambling for footing, trying desperately to pull away. The darkened mirror looms, his heart catching in his throat. Sunday doesn't understand what's happening, why this is happening. Federico's gun fires, killing the mechanical double.

Sunday wants to run, to escape, to pull Federico out of here. An animal caught in a snare, desperately trying to free himself. The other man is close, so close. If he could just reach out--- Sunday turns, stepping, slipping. His reflection presses the advantage, yanking him back harder, out of Federico's reach. It laughs cruelly, as it uses Sunday as a shield, pulling him closer to the mirror.

Inches away from its surface, Sunday gains his footing, trying to turn on his heel and shove the beast away, once and for all. It isn't enough. The reflection presses the halovian into the glass, yet the surface doesn't act like glass. It takes a moment, the flat pane curving inward with the pressure of his body against it. Sunday squirms and kicks and tries to grasp hold of something, anything.

"Get out of here! It's no use," He calls out to the sankta, struggling to maintain his strength. "It'll be okay. I'll be okay."

It was a small lie, like the ones he used to tell Robin. Sunday knows he doesn't have long, wholly unaware of what might be waiting for him within. He prays that Federico doesn't stick around long enough to find out.

"Federico! Run!" He pleads, "Get everyone out of here!"