I walk through my bathroom, past my mirror. Yes indeed, the bathroom is mine, and so is the mirror. The glorification of egoism. I stop. What a strange man, on my righthand side. He doesn't look like me at all... maybe he's an acquaintance of Mister. He beckons me closer, we both take a step towards eachother. "Jorn"? I nod. "That's what I was afraid of." What did he mean by that? Is he laughing at me? Strange fellow, walks in my house merely to make fun of me! He looks to his right, in the direction of my bedroom.