Argh... where am I?
Sorry, I haven't been feeling quite right.
Oh.
I see... It's still there!
Sorry, did I pass out again?
What time is it- what day is it?? Mmmm... that tastes fuzzy. My tongue? Someone's tongue.
I survived it, so it would appear... I can still feel the infernal thing from here, trapped as it is beneath the mirror.
I must contain it, I nearly have all of the necessary materials...
Did I go off again? It all went dark...
Oh dear, one of my eyes has stopped working again.
I must get up to bed.
I can still feel it- pulling at me.
O gods.
