i have the key.
i have the key. the parchment sits, clenched, in my palm. i cannot hold consciousness much longer.
they come in. they speak in hushed voices i cannot hear. the colors of their ties and scarves are muted to my eyes. everything is muted.
they lean over me, touching the hand that held the mirror. i cannot feel them. the other hand, i silently scream. i try to move the parchment, to no avail.
all too soon, they stand to leave. no, no, i want to shout.
i am fading. i cannot think. is he looking back? i cannot… I cannot…
i have the key.