I yanked my hand off the glass and ran. The flashlight beam bounced wild, but I followed the cold draft of sea air until I burst out the broken board into the night. I counted heads on the pier. Only five of us made it out. Behind the glass, a sixth face pressed close, mouthing my name. We never went back.

I pushed back against my reflection instead of pulling away. The mirror bent like a sheet, and for one second we were nose to nose, two of me. Then it stopped resisting and I fell forward through, into a cold backwards version of the hall. I turned around. The glass was solid again. I was on the wrong side now.