You try to call out her name, but your voice is caught in your throat; when you manage at last to speak it is not your own voice that answers from within the mirrors. All the voices that answer are her voice; they call out her name, they ask you to help them. The images surround you and press against each other, following you everywhere in the room; when you turn your head this way and that, some of them disappear for an instant between the reflections of the mirrors but then reappear on another side.