It's been days now, was it three or four? Hard to tell. The room is empty and barren and there's not exactly a ton of light. Sleep is the only real reprieve he has from the tortures the mirrors have been putting him through. Not that the sleep is really all that restful.

Especially not when he's kicked awake.

He winces and stares up at Dr. Fitz--he's gotten in trouble for being too familiar and ignoring titles like they were only decoration and not something to be used. "What is it?" He sees the mirror in his hand, and he can't imagine that it could be good.