Albany pressed the record button. "This is Doctor Albany Lux speaking. The date is the third of April 2016. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. Today I will be placing more wires on the patient and I will begin the drip therapy." She pressed the record button again. "Right, lets get you wired up a bit more shall we? I don't think you have enough on you yet." The machine came to life when she flicked the switch. She placed a wire and sticky pad onto his chest and pressed down. "So I can monitor your heartbeat when it comes back, or when it flutters when you see me."

The machine made no noise.

"Oh, you don't find me attractive then?" she laughed. "Each to their own." She remembered her late night reading. "So, you are...were one of the Maniax right? I heard they caused quite the commotion in Gotham. From Arkham I believe? I've been there a few times." She looked down at him as she scribbled down her notes. "As a visitor before you understand." She tapped her forehead with her pen. "I'm not all gone yet. But give it time. Any recommendations of which wing is the best? I'm one for a sea view personally. Would I be able to get that there?"

No reply.

"Hmm...didn't think so. Oh well, one can dream. Now-" She was cut off by a tune coming from her pocket. She reached in and pulled it out. She looked at the screen and pulled an annoyed face. She hit ignore and placed it back into her pocket. "Now unfortunately, Mr. Valeska, I am going to have to make that drip more uncomfortable for you and start putting some blood in you. Any preference?" She scribbled something else into her pad. "O rhesus positive, wonderful choice sir!"

"Used to work at a circus." She turned a page. "A family business. So that's what he meant by the clown remark." The paper in front of Albany was a newspaper from a few months back. It described the detailed investigation into the murder of a snake dancer, known as Lila Valeska. She had worked with Haly's circus.

Albany thought back, she remember visiting the circus on its second day. She wondered if she had seen Jerome there or bumped into him at all. On second thought she doubted it, there were so many people there that day. Posters for the circus had been plastered on nearly every wall in Gotham for the past month. There wasn't a single person in Gotham that didn't know about it. The poster was a cream color with the silhouette of two acrobatics in the center. The border was made up of small stars. The text on the top of the poster read 'Haly's Circus' in all capitals, a clown face separated the two words. Below that, showmanship text read 'The Flying Graysons'. On the bottom there was a picture of three big top tents stripped with white and red. Everything a circus needed was there: acrobats, clowns, magicians, food stalls, game stalls, rides and even a psychic. She steered clear of the psychic. She had enough problems dealing with her own visions, she didn't need someone to encourage them even more.

The body of the snake dancer had been found on the back of a hay wagon on the outskirts of the circus. Two detectives from the GCPD had discovered it whilst questioning some of the performers at their trailers. One of them had suggested they let her pet snake out, it seemed to be in a state of upset. Surely enough it lead them to her corpse. The performers were interviewed one by one. That included her son, Jerome Valeska, now known as patient 826. At first he seemed to be an innocent teen who had just discovered his mother had been brutally murdered. But it later came to light that he was in fact the one who committed the crime. Then the officers saw the true demeanor of Jerome Valeska.

Albany heard the distant sound of a tune. As she approached the building she recognized it as traditional circus music. The building before her had the words 'Mirror Maze' plastered all over it in bold font. Her feet forced her inside. The music dulled a little but was still audible. Before Albany knew it she was lost in the maze.

"Ha ha ha ha..." a ghostly voice cackled.

"Hello?" she called out.

A dark shadow shot across the mirrors.

Albany jumped back.

"Albany..." the voice whispered again.

She looked into the mirror; it showed her image on four different mirrors. She located one she could step though. When she turned to her left she caught another glimpse of the shadow on one of the mirrors. "Who's there?"

One of the mirrors moved seemly by itself.

In an attempt to be cautious, the brunette took only two steps forward.

The mirror stood at an angle.

Albany reached out her hand and gingerly pushed the mirror back.

The mirror snapped round at her touch to show a familiar being.

Jerome.

She stepped back and looked around as a manic laugh filled the air.

The refection wasn't moving.

She reached out her hand, but was thrown back with the shattering glass.