There was no one in the room. Only mirrors. Many mirrors. I looked around in confusion. I was certain I saw the old man slip into this room. I had been following him while he strolled through the busy streets. When he rounded a corner, he turned and caught sight of me. Then, like a spooked cat, he dashed into a nearby house. I followed just in time to see him run into a room. I stepped in the room cautiously.

“Hello, is anyone there?” I asked hesitantly.

“Who wants to know?” answered a soft voice in a strange accent.

“Um…I’m looking for someone, an old man,” I stammered.

“An old man?” the soft voice continued before it suddenly shouted, “how on earth would I know that?’