The charade is over. The Queen has made her decree, and the hunt for errant mirrors is afoot on the real side. The queen neglected to tell them who they were searching for, though. It's chaos. And it's beautiful. Dr. Fitz is thoroughly secure in his own safety, of course. There's no reason to imagine that he might have something to do with all that disobedience. He wouldn't dream of going to the other side.

Not when there are games to play here.

He's taking a turn with the real thing, who's been leached in a low space to keep it from getting off its knees. This morning, he's brought along a handmirror. The thing is sleeping when he arrives, the troublesome little mammal. He kicks it in the side until it stirs.

"Get up. I've got something to show you."