Yourself was lying face down on the floor, having tripped over a broken tile in the hallway of mirrors he was in. His microphone hit the floor, causing some unsatisfying feedback as he groaned in pain. Herself manifested above, gracefully dropping down onto her boyfriend’s head. She sat down on him, confused.

Herself: Where… Where did he go?

She shrugged and looked around, not seeing much other than the cracked mirrors and the lack of a reflection she had. The hallway was dark, the only light being her own ghostly red glow, which was probably why she had yet to realize that she was sitting on top of Yourself, who was struggling to get up.