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Previously on "Grimm"...

- Eve is here.
- What? Where?

- In the wall.
- Oh, my God, Eve!

She's in pretty bad shape.

- How are you feeling?
- I really shouldn't be here.

I don't think you're in any condition

to go anywhere else right now.

Well, this is a surprise.

There is a third heartbeat.

I love you. We can do this.

What are you drawing?

Mommy said I can't tell you.

So it is a calendar.

For something that hasn't happened yet?

Nick!

If the Pleiades cluster is here,

Taurus is here, and Orion is here...

Then whenever this event is coming,

it has to be pretty close
to the March equinox.

So we know something's coming.
We just don't know what...

or when.

We better figure it out
sooner rather than later.

And if that something is good or bad.

We haven't exactly had a
lot of good coming our way.

So probably a plague...

rain of frogs, locusts...

IRS audit...

Or something even weirder.

Take a look at this classic
mythological rendering

of the astrological constellations

we've been mapping from the cloth.

Commissioned by Pope Gregory XIII,

it was painted on the
ceiling of the Sala Bologna

by Giovanni Antonio
Vanosina da Varese in 1575.

Yeah, and?

And, I know there's no way
to know this for a fact...

but based on what he painted,

I think Giovanni might
have been a Grimm.

It looks pretty grim.

What if what they assumed

were mythological pagan creatures

were actually artistic
representations of Wesen

from the universe or
multiverse or wherever?

So... Leo would be Lowen.

Ursa would be Jagerbar.

- Taurus...
- Taureus-armenta.

Are you suggesting that
Wesen come from other planets?

No, but I'm suggesting
Giovanni might be suggesting it.

Well, we can't make that
leap, at least not yet.

And it still doesn't tell
us when this impending event

is gonna happen.

And we're not gonna figure it out
tonight, guys. I got to head home.

Yeah, I'm getting a little
worn around the edges myself.

- Coming?
- I can't.

Why?

It's not great,
me staying with you and Adalind.

I really appreciate what you
both have done for me, but...

you guys need your space, and so do I.

And Diana needs her bed back.

- Where are you gonna stay?
- Don't worry about it.

You can stay with us.

No, you guys need your own space, too.

Yeah, but where are you gonna go?

Well, I was actually
thinking there's still a ton

of research to be done,

so... maybe I could stay here

in the spice shop for a while.

It's not the most comfortable,

but there is a cot and a bathroom.

Just until we figure this out.

We certainly wouldn't have to
worry about anyone breaking in

if you're here.

- Welcome home.
- Thanks.

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

- You need to leave.
- I know what went wrong.

- I'm not interested.
- We can fix it.

- Didn't you hear me?
- I need your help.

- No!
- Please.

Please, Deirdre, I'm begging you!

- Get out.
- I cannot do this alone.

I don't want any part of it.

You're already part of it.

- I'm calling security.
- No.

No, no, please,
Deirdre... we're so close!

Hi, this is Dr. Hampton down
in the science department.

Could you...

never mind, thank you.

- Deirdre.
- Shelley was here again!

I don't know what to do.

Take it easy. Where are you?

At the lab. He's not giving up.

There's nothing he can do to us.

He can ruin us!

Not without ruining himself.

We should never have
gotten involved with this.

Look, we made a... terrible mistake.

We have to live with it.

But he can't do this without us.

Eventually, he's gonna give up.

I hope you're right.

Just go home.

Who were you?

Who are you now?

Eve?

Might be in the basement still.

Will you go check?

Oh, my God.

- Monroe!
- What?

Call 911.

Let's have it.

Dr. Deirdre Hampton,

professor of biochemistry
and regenerative medicine

was working late at the lab last night

when something went terribly wrong.

The terribly wrong part is in here.

Doesn't appear anything was taken.

Her purse is by the door,

probably where she dropped it, unopened.

Her car is still in the parking lot.

Random act of violence?

Looks more personal than that.

Yeah, like someone wanted to
beat the lab to death with her.

Who found the body?

Cleaning crew, about 3:00 a.m.

Any witnesses?

Nobody's come forward.

Let's check her phone.

Needs a thumbprint.

Last call was to a
Sanji Raju at 11:42 p.m.

Call was 28 seconds long.

Running Sanji Raju.

Security cameras?

They do have security cameras,
all focused on the parking lot.

They're putting it together.

Okay, got a connect on her last caller,
Dr. Sanji Raju,

also on the university staff.

Gonna need address and phone.

Yeah, texting it to you now.

Yeah, Monroe.

Nick, Eve must've fallen down
and hit her head last night,

or maybe sometime this
morning, I don't know.

We just found her when
we opened up the shop.

- Is she all right?
- She's still unconscious.

The paramedics are treating her.

They say they're gonna
take her to Overton.

- We were thinking we would...
- I'll meet you there.

Juliette's hurt. I have
to go to the hospital.

Okay, let me know how she is.

Don't worry. We got this.

Did he just say Juliette?

Yeah, he did.

I'm gonna need your help on this.

Oh, I thought you'd never ask.

All right, let CSU have it.

Diana.

We found her on the floor
in the back room.

She'd cut her head, and
there was a lot of blood.

Did she say anything to you
before you left last night?

I mean, was she feeling okay?

She was feeling fine...

was still at it when we left.

Yeah, she didn't want to quit.

The only weird thing...

was the mirror.

What mirror?

The hand mirror we used to show you

when you changed into Renard.

It was on the floor next
to her, covered in blood.

She obviously fell in it,

but I don't know why
it would be on the floor

- unless she was looking at herself.
- Well, she must've picked it up.

But I don't see Eve
as the kind of person

to spend a lot of time,
you know... mirroring.

Something happened at my place.

Eve was in the bathroom;
I was in the kitchen.

And I heard something...
it was like wind

or electricity, and then Eve screamed,

and I ran in there, and she
was looking at the mirror,

only it wasn't a mirror.

It was like this black, skull-like face

staring right at her.

- Oh, boy.
- And then it turned to me,

and it looked right at me.

And you're just telling us this now?

Well, it was the day we
were going to the Gorge,

and we didn't want to ruin your party.

Do you have any idea what...

it is or what the face means?

Only that Eve said it looked
like what was happening

when she was in the Death Grip.

Well... maybe she saw it again
in the mirror last night.

- Yeah.
- Okay, you stay here.

I want to get back to the shop
and take another look at that mirror.

Dr. Sanji Raju?

You are the, uh, detective I spoke with?

Yes, I'm Detective Griffin.
This is Sergeant Wu.

Please come in. Have a seat.

It's all so terrible.

I can't believe something
like this could happen.

You worked with Dr. Deirdre Hampton

at the university.

Oh, yes. Yes, she was, uh...

an amazing woman.

Just... just an incredible scientist.

And for something like
this to happen to her...

Sorry, I know you need
to ask me questions.

When was the last time
you talked to Dr. Hampton?

Last night, on the phone.

Do you remember what time that was?

Uh, it was, uh, late.
After 11:00, I think.

What'd you talk about?

Ah, she had a question
about research we were doing

on morphogenic processes,

specifically dealing with
phenotypic plasticity traits

in multicellular organisms
related to the repair

and the maintenance of regenerate...

It's rather complicated.

That's it? Just shop talk?

Yes... she was working late,

and, uh, maybe a bit frustrated,

but, uh, that's...

ah... that's just the
nature of research.

No reason to believe she
was worried about her safety?

No. No, she would've said something.

Where were you last night
when you talked to her?

Ah, I was here at home.

And you stayed home after the call?

I hope you don't think
that I had anything to do

with her death.
I was here all night.

I made other phone calls after.

I mean, you can track
my cell phone to find out

where I was, but please, don't...

don't waste your time.

We have to ask.

Yes, I understand. Yeah.

Anything else?

- Sounded legit.
- Yup.

It did. Think he's physically capable

of doing what was done to Hampton?

Probably not, unless he's Wesen.

But something is a little funky.

Yeah, what Raju said they talked about.

Yeah, phenotypic plasticity traits

in multicellular organisms
doesn't sound simple.

But their conversation
lasted less than 30 seconds.

So how do two scientists
have a conversation

about all of that that
lasts less than 30 seconds?

Doesn't leave much time
for hello or goodbye.

So Raju has no record.

Neither does Hampton.

One traffic violation between 'em,
and that was three years ago.

Well, they're not exactly anonymous.

Looks like Hampton was into some
cutting-edge stem cell research.

That morphogenic process
Raju was talking about

that deals with phenotypic
plasticity traits

is about the regeneration of tissue.

It's in this article on the
Meriwether University-based

research team of Hampton,
Raju, and two others,

Dr. Victor Shelley and Dr. Julian Levy.

There was no record of Hampton
calling either of them last night.

Okay, well, no luck on the
security footage, but...

I did get a hit on some fingerprints.

And I think... no wait,

I'm sure...

you're gonna love this.

And by love, you mean...

Oh, to have an appreciation of or for

the two sets of prints
found at the crime scene,

both, and I repeat for emphasis,

both in the system.

So we have two positive
identities with criminal records

at the crime scene?

Oh, yes, we do: a Robert Johansson
and a Martin Dominguez.

Well, I do love that.

Yes, but save your love for this:

they're both dead.

About six months ago.

And before you ask if this
is some clerical error,

it is not. I checked
and double-checked.

Their bodies were both delivered
to the Hills & Mazy cemetery,

all paperwork signed,
sealed, and in order.

Well, that could lead one to believe

that someone cut off the
arms of Robert Johansson

and Martin Dominguez and beat
Dr. Hampton to death with them,

leaving their fingerprints
at the crime scene.

However...

I have a feeling that's wrong.

Ooh, and for good reason.

According to the death certificates,

they were both cremated.

And how does a cremated
hand leave a fingerprint?

I know! Stumped me too!

But don't you love it nonetheless?

I think we're going to
the Hills & Mazy Cemetery.

I was thinking the same thing.

Let me make a copy of this.

No...

No.

Not me.

Not me! Monster!

You ever thought about
what you want done?

With what?

- You. Being cremated or buried.
- Not really, you?

Oh, yeah.

Last thing I ever want
is to wind up in the ground.

I get claustrophobic
just thinking about it.

Cremate me, spread my ashes
over the Willamette River,

and let me float free
to the edges of wherever.

You know there are a lot of cows
and horses that drink from the river.

- So?
- So what happens if some cow

drinks from the Willamette
and gets you, too,

then craps you out in a field?

Then some farmer comes
along and tills that field.

Next thing you know, you're buried
beneath the cold, dark ground.

Don't mess with a man's afterlife.

The reception area...

And we can't have stuff
lying around there.

It's got to be dusted,

it's got to be cleaned up,

and the grounds are a mess.

I'm in a meeting!

So get this together, and
get it fast, because we got...

Who are you?

Detective Griffin.

Sergeant Wu.

- Mr. Melville?
- Yes?

- What's this about?
- Who are they?

They work here!

And we were in the
middle of a meeting...

Step out, please.

This is outrageous.

- Yes, it is.
- What is the problem?

- Arms.
- Excuse me?

Specifically the arms
belong to Robert Johansson

and Martin Dominguez.

Records indicate they
were cremated here,

which if I remember correctly is
supposed to include all body parts.

Maybe you can tell us
how their fingerprints

ended up at a crime scene this morning?

There must be some mistake.

There was. That's why we're here.

Why don't you tell us
how the fingerprints

of your cremated men

ended up at a murder?

B-because, uh,

I, I...

You didn't cremate them, did you?

No, I didn't.

But this isn't River View.

We're for your less fortunate.

And by less fortunate, you mean...

Gentlemen,

our real bread and
butter are your criminals

with no next of kin,

which the state pays for.

Nobody cares about them.

What did you do with Mr.
Johansson and Mr. Dominguez?

I might...

have...

sold...

their bodies.

Who bought them?

I don't know.

Never told me his name.

He always paid in cash, and I
would load them into his van.

Always?

How many bodies did you sell?

Half a dozen.

Give or take.

Can you describe the
man you sold them to?

Not really.

It was dark.

He always stayed in his van...

handed me cash in an
envelope out the window.

To tell you the truth, I
didn't want to look at the guy.

That's all I know, I swear.

Next time he calls you...

Call us.

You're not going to, uh, arrest me?

Not as long as you help us.

So how long have you had this mirror?

Forever.

It was my mom's.

I remember my dad brought
it here to the shop

for me to play with when
my mom was in the hospital.

I was going through my princess
phase, so I needed a mirror.

I think it's been here ever since.

So it obviously doesn't have
a history of strange behavior.

Not that I'm aware of.

Then I think we can safely assume

that, you know, whatever happened to Eve

was an Eve-inspired event.

Nick said she was looking
into the mirror at his place

when he walked in and saw
what she was looking at, right?

- The skull guy.
- Right.

So it's logical that
she's the connection.

Maybe the blood on the mirror

prevented something
worse from happening.

Probably a good idea not
to clean it off, then.

No, no, nyah!

Let me handle it.

I just... I don't want to destroy it

until we know what happened.

Well, that's fine.

Let's just put it somewhere
where nobody can look at it

till we know what the
hell is going on with it.

Let's put it in here.

We can lock it.

Why would Shelley go to see Deirdre?

What would he want from her now?

He won't stop.

Hasn't Shelley been
hounding you for help?

I never return his calls.

Want nothing to do with him.

Wish we'd never helped
him in the first place.

What about Deirdre's files?

She's got a copy of the video.

Yeah, I got all that here.

As soon as we're done destroying
my files, we'll do hers.

- What about your video?
- Mine's at home.

Get rid of it!

As soon as I get home.

Shelley's got a copy.

We have to get rid of that, too.

- He's not gonna want to do it.
- We don't give him a choice.

You think that Shelley
could've killed her?

In his condition? No.

He lied to us.

He was too weak to kill it.

We should have done it ourselves...

not left it to him.

Oh, my God.

No!

No! No!

No!

No!

- Who is it?
- Portland police.

Sorry, it takes me a little longer.

I'm not as fast as I used to be.

- Dr. Victor Shelley?
- Yes.

Obviously, you're
here about Dr. Hampton.

Do come in.

Uh, get the door behind you, please.

When was the last
time you talked to her?

Uh, last night.

Um, I went to see her
at the lab around 11:00.

Seems a little late for a visit.

I needed her help on a project,

and I couldn't sleep, so,
well, I went to see her.

Was she working on the project with you?

No, not on this one.

We... we have worked on projects before.

What was the project?

Uh... No offense,

but I... I really don't
think you would understand.

Well, we don't have to understand.

Just, uh, a little something
for our report would be good.

Identifying some of the differences

in T cell-compatible antigens...

ABOi versus ABO,

as it relates to... to
tissue, organ transplants.

- Is that enough?
- That's enough for now.

Was Dr. Hampton able to help you?

No, actually.

She was to wrapped up
in her own research,

so I didn't stay.

Do you know of anyone who's
ever threatened Dr. Hampton?

No.

And where did you go after
you left the university?

I came home.

Are you here to arrest me, or...

This is feeling like it's turning

into an interrogation or something.

We have to establish where you
were before and after her death,

seeing as how you were the
last person to see her alive...

besides whoever killed her.

Somebody bought six dead bodies.

Two fingerprints from
those bodies showed up

at Dr. Hampton's lab the
night she was murdered.

Well, then the guy who bought the bodies

has to be connected to
the murder in some way.

Well, my guess, he's connected
directly to the victim.

We need to bring Melville in.

One or more of these doctors is
not telling us the whole truth.

Go back!

I'm not entirely certain.

I think that could be him.

He wasn't dressed like that.

It sure looks like him.

How much did he pay you?

Well...

six grand.

$1,000 for each body.

But I did report it

on my income tax.

It was a business deal.

Don't ever do this again.

No.

Never.

I swear.

You can go.

Thank you.

I think I learned a really
valuable lesson here today.

Time to talk to our body-snatcher.

You know those Black Claw
bodies we dumped in the river?

- The ones Nick killed?
- Yeah.

They were all Wesen, and a lot of them

wound up buried in that guy's cemetery.

- How do you know that?
- I did the paperwork.

If Johansson and Dominguez were Wesen...

Levy was buying Wesen body parts.

Which I'm guessing Levy didn't know.

You know why you're here?

A friend of mine was murdered.

Do you have a suspect?

We actually have two suspects.

Well, that's good, right?

And not so good, because apparently,
you know them... or knew them.

I don't understand.

It involves the purchase of dead bodies

from the Hills & Mazy Cemetery.

Wh-what does that have
to do with the suspects?

Well, they are our suspects.

Maybe you can explain
how their fingerprints

ended up at the same crime scene

where your colleague
was murdered last night,

seeing as how they've
been dead for six months.

Our very reliable source says
you purchased those suspects

from the Hills & Mazy Cemetery.

If you have anything to confess, now...

would be the time.

You'd never believe me.

Try me.

Sometimes...

science requires that
you ask forgiveness

rather than permission.

Not quite how the law works.

I saw something.

I don't know what it was,

but we all saw it,

and I can't explain it.

It makes no sense.

That's what we do here...

make sense out of stuff

nobody can explain.

If there were no car accident...

The one Shelley was in?

It's how he lost the use of his legs.

And then his son was killed.

What were you and your friends
doing with those bodies?

Were they Wesen?

Were they what?

Wesen.

I don't know what that means.

He had no idea what Wesen were.

Nah, but maybe they saw
one. Happened to you and me.

Yeah, but what did they
see? Dead guys don't woge.

Do they?

Not that I know of.

I think these doctors are
involved in some experiment

that's not on the regular menu.

Okay, so what do we do with him?

We can hold him on a misdemeanor.

That won't get us what we need.

Cut him loose.

We have to get one of
those doctors to talk about

what they were doing with those bodies.

- Yeah.
- Hold on.

What about the accident?

He said Shelley's son was killed.

Maybe that plays into this.

On it.

I know you love Juliette.

But you have to end it
and never see her again.

You want the truth,
you're gonna get it.

- I can see things that...
- That what?

That most people can't.

My ancestors from Germany, the Grimms,

had the same ability.

I don't know what'll
happen with Juliette.

But don't make the same mistake I did...

don't leave the people you love.

You betrayed her!

Kill me.

Goodbye, Juliette.

No... no! Juliette!

Juliette...

No.

Wu.

Got an article here in a medical
journal, six months ago...

an interview with Dr. Sanji Raju

where he predicts
within the next decade,

every part of the human body
will be able to be transplanted.

But no mention of dead body parts.

Okay, well, I found
something on the car accident.

It says Shelley was driving.

T-boned by a drunk driver.

Driver was unhurt.

Shelley was badly injured,

and his 26-year-old son who
was in the passenger seat

was killed.

Griffin.

Yeah.

Where?

On our way.

Dr. Raju's body was found in
his office at the university.

Looks like he was pretty busy shredding.

Hampton's documents are here.

It's empty.

Suppose he was shredding her documents?

Well, she wasn't.

Wonder what he was so
anxious to cover up.

Better have a look at this.

Monroe, wake up.

- Wake up!
- Huh! What, what is it? What's wrong?

My water just broke.

Your water? That's impossible.

You're only...

- When did that...
- Yeah.

Okay, what's happening?

What's happening is, I'm giving birth.

But it's too soon! This isn't normal!

Well, in case you
forgot, neither are we.

We have to get you to the hospital!

No... no time for that. Mm-mm.

Oh, my God! It's happening!

- You need to do something!
- Okay, okay!

Just take it easy.
We can deal with this.

- We can deal with this.
- Oh!

Come here!

- Wow!
- Ooh!

Whoa! Whoa!

No, I see something. It's coming.

It's coming. Okay, just...

Oof, ooh, that hurts!

Stop it, calm down, Monroe!

- Calm down!
- Right.

You're right. Parasympathetic breathing.

Okay.

- Oooh!
- Okay, okay.

- Ohhhh!
- Ooooh!

- Ohhhh!
- Ooooh!

Oh, it's a girl.

Oh, you did it, honey. You did so good.

I'm not done.

- I'm not done.
- Oh, God, right.

- There's more.
- We're having triplets, remember?

Okay, so... oh, yeah, more.

- Okay.
- Here it comes.

- Ooh! Ooh!
- Okay!

Here it comes, here it comes!

Okay, that's two!

Oh, look at him. A little boy.

- Okay, okay.
- One more.

Here we go. You got this.

Oh, yeah! Ha, ha!

Oh, look! It's our three, honey.

- It's our three.
- That's our three.

I'm not done.

- Not done.
- Not done?

- More coming.
- Oh.

Oh, yeah, more. There is more.

Ooh! Ooh!

Ooh, okay, there's four.

So that's...

Ooh, oh...

Whoa, okay, and
there's... that's five...

- Oh, so many! Oh!
- Okay, no, you can't do this.

You got to... okay...
stop, you got to stop!

Not stopping? There's more!

Okay, you had six!

Stop!

Rosalee, stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I can't do this! Rosalee, stop!

You have to stop!

Rosalee, you have to stop!

Wake up!

You were yelling in your sleep.
Are you okay?

Yeah... yeah.

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

Anything on it?

Video file. Pretty big.

Okay, camera's rolling.

Battery's good.

Monitors are set. This is it.

It looks like Shelley's son.

Uh, yeah, sort of.

With two different legs.

I think we found what they
were up to with the body parts.

I'm good.

- Raju?
- Yeah.

I'm ready here.
Deirdre, you good?

Yeah, I'm good here.

Victor, it's time.

Here we go.

Charging.

Clear.

Shocking!

- Hit him again.
- Charging.

Clear.

Shocking!

- It's not gonna work.
- It's gonna work!

Charging.

Clear.

Shocking!

- Oh, my God, look at his arms.
- And his legs!

This is amazing.

- What's happening?
- Oh my... what...

Stop it!

Stop it!

Careful, careful, just...

Deirdre, look... look out!

Don't hurt him!

- Don't hurt him!
- Easy, easy, easy.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God.
- You... you guys saw that?

- Some kind of animal.
- You saw that?

- It wasn't human.
- He's breathing.

- What?
- Dad!

- What have we done?
- We have to kill it.

- Turn it off.
- No.

- Turn that off!
- Oh, no, no, no.

This is a bleeding-edge
breakthrough right here.

- What are you doing, Julian?
- He's alive!

- He's alive!
- No, we created a monster.

- No! It's my son!
- It's not your son.

Whatever that is,
it's not your son.

No, you do not hurt him!

- It's not a him!
- It's got to be destroyed.

Victor, listen. Listen to me.

You saw what it did!
We can't let it live!

Something was wrong.

She's right, we got to get rid
of this thing now, Victor.

You have to kill it.

I will... I will!

Leave me alone!

Julian, that's enough.

This thing's taking revenge.

We need to warn the other two.

Hello?

I'm looking at your flyer
about the missing man.

Yes?

Well, I just saw him.

- Where?
- North Lombard,

half a block west of Fisk.

He didn't look very good.

He's very sick. I'm on my way.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

We need to talk.

The police know about the bodies.

I don't care. I got to go.

You're not going anywhere.

You didn't do what we told you to do.

- Get out!
- You didn't kill it!

- No!
- Why? Why did you let it live?

I thought I gave it enough.

It should have been enough!

But what we saw... it came back.

And I could not stop it.

And now it's killing us
because of what we did!

Where's the video?

I destroyed the video that night!

You think I'd ever want
to watch that again?

Glad you're both here.

So...

this is where you raised the dead.

What are you talking about?

We saw the video, so you can
refrain from astonishment.

What do you want?

Raju is dead.

What? I was just with him.

- Raju?
- He was beaten to death,

same as Hampton.

Oh, my God.

- Hope it was worth it.
- It wasn't.

Your creation is out of control.

Thought it might be a
good idea to warn you.

This was Shelley's insane
attempt to bring his son back.

We were stupid to help him.

We never thought it would actually work.

Might be the trouble with playing God.

You both are responsible
for the death of two people.

I didn't kill anyone!

He promised to kill it that night.

You want to arrest somebody? Arrest him!

Ho!

- Where do you think you're going?
- Away.

You saw what that thing was.
You think you can arrest it?

I'm leaving until you guys
can kill what he couldn't.

This was my son.

You watch your son die

and tell me I'm wrong.

You were wrong.

And if you don't believe me...

take a look at what he
did to Hampton and Raju.

I just couldn't do it.

I could not kill my son again.

Get away from me!

No, no!

I'm so sorry...

son.

Me... too...

No! Not a chance.

Somebody's gonna explain
this, and it's not gonna be me.

Nick?

How do you feel?

Okay, I think.

How long have you been here?

Since this morning.

Do you remember what happened?

I was in the Spice
Shop, I remember that.

Rosalee and Monroe found you unconscious
this morning.

You were on the floor in the back room.

Yeah.

There was a mirror.

I looked into it.

What did you see?

Me, at first.

And then the face.

The same one that you and I saw?

Yeah, so I broke the mirror.

Then I went to clean it all up,

and all the pieces started
coming back together.

And then... it grabbed me.

It came through the mirror?

I think I woged.

I did, and then
I bit its arm.

I don't really remember any more.

Nick, I don't want to stay here.

I have this feeling that...

something is starting.

I do, too.

But whatever it is...

I don't think we have
a lot of time left...

before it gets here.

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