[ The sight of a mirror in place of a prisoner was... underwhelming, to say the least. Logan found himself staring at the essentially empty room with a slightly confused expression.
But there was something about the mirror that made him step forward-- something that felt like instinct in his gut. Logan stepped into the room and stood before it, watching a smooth face that refused to reflect him. ] What the hell...?
[ He reached his hand out, then jerked back when the surface he touched felt more liquid than solid, allowing his hand to sink in a few inches. It covered the tip of his finger and dripped down with the consistency of ketchup. ]
YEAH no worries!! we can have them stepping in
But there was something about the mirror that made him step forward-- something that felt like instinct in his gut. Logan stepped into the room and stood before it, watching a smooth face that refused to reflect him. ] What the hell...?
[ He reached his hand out, then jerked back when the surface he touched felt more liquid than solid, allowing his hand to sink in a few inches. It covered the tip of his finger and dripped down with the consistency of ketchup. ]
This part of your memory? Or--