In a guest bathroom in Norman's townhouse, Harry Osborn looked up from having just splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror, water dripping from his features and in his opulent bathroom, Norman Osborn was also staring at his recently splashed face. He reached for a towel, covered his face to dry it, pulled the towel away—and the Green Goblin stared back at him!
Osborn shouted in terror, but stood frozen in front of the mirror.
He watched in horror as the Goblin face, again, tore free of his own, this time not just appearing in the mirror next to his own face, but floating right out of the mirror, to stare Norman down, eye to eye.
Osborn stood there, quivering, eye to menacing eye with his alter ego. There was a knock on the door.
"Dad? Are you okay?" Harry said.
"Be... right down... son." Norman said, barely maintaining.
Harry's footsteps were heard as he left. Osborn turned back to face the Goblin.
"Those ungrateful brats!" Goblin said.
"Go away!" Osborn said.
"Did they think they could treat an Osborn this way? Did they dream there would not be hell to pay?" Goblin said.
"Leave my son alone!" Osborn said.
"Not just the idiot son, Osborn...the harlot as well... the interloper... All three of them...They must be dispatched. From a great height...". Goblin said.
Osborn suddenly clutched his head, in horrible agony, trying
desperately to maintain sanity.
"I am Norman Osborn, I am Norman Osborn, I am Norman Osborn..." Osborn said.
"Norman is weak... Norman's a waste..." Goblin said.
Osborn dropped to his knees, hands to his skull.
"...AND I'M IN HIS PLACE!" Goblin shouted.