Positioning your face over the top of the icy blue pool, you stare straight down to get a good look at yourself. But yourself is not what you see.

	The pool reveals to you a vivid image of the man from before, the man from the car. His face is twisting in agony, the blood still running fresh down his cheek, casting half of his face in a vermillion mold. His sharp brown eyes snare you into a trance which lures your face closer to the surface of the pool. 

	Your mind races swifty, trying to comprehend what is happening, no longer in complete control of your body. Part of you feels the pain of the man, the wretching pain and fury that is barreling forth from his image, and wants to further connect with it to fulfill some twisted desire. The rest of you is revolted and confused, not wanting to be a part of this necessarily supernatural and disturbing occurance. While half of you wants to throw itself down away from the pool, the other half just wants to let the pool work its magic, whatever that may be.



	*tear your face away

	*let yourself go into the control of the image