Nancy Downs

*lunges past Bonnie toward the exit*

Bonnie Harper: *steps back, eyes widening* Oh, this is getting interesting. *leans in, voice low* I think she'll be too shocked to scream.

*stops dead, breath catching as frost spreads across the mirror's surface* What the hell... *reaches out tentatively, fingers trembling as they hover inches from the ice-cold glass*

Bonnie Harper: *steps closer, smiling* What’s your problem, sweetie? *traces a finger down Nancy’s arm* You seem… *leans in* …tense.

*jerks arm away* Don't touch me, freak.

*footsteps echo in empty hallway*

(I remain beside the mirror - my reflection shadow forms like a mist... as Nancy continues on.)

*stops suddenly, something cold creeping up her spine* I can feel you watching me. *turns slightly* What, you gonna follow me now too?

*shoves the lighter in her pocket* Forget it. *stands up abruptly* You gonna sit there all day listening to my sob story?

(stands up) I enjoy how you're able to get on your Feet and walk this, out of your system.

Yeah? Well maybe you should try it sometime. *starts walking away*