Norman would be practically drowning in the streets of Manehatten. Black sludge would pour out from his mouth and tear ducts. The blackened liquid would nearly boil his face as it would creep down his face. It was excruciating. I cannot breathe. I cannot feel. I cannot speak. I cannot see.  I cannot... I cannot... ...

Stepping within the mirror, I would witness the world around me shift. The walls were white with various weirdly disturbing "cute" illustrations of animals. The contrast between this and what happened behind closed doors was staggering. There were many of us, and we were about to go to our normal get-together, but something felt off.  It was unusually cold, and I had goose bumps. I look over at Norm, the handsome fella... I grabbed his paw as it seemed he was feeling stressed, too.  "Normy......