Like maybe he's tapping into something similar. Something that could eventually swell into a masked thing, running around while Jay's mind remains shrouded in static, the divide between the inquisitive, apologetic man on the phone and the man who came armed with zipties and a knife and snarled for his camera deepening to a gulf.

Did his Mirror know? Was he trying to...what? Lure that out of him?

Something beneath the skin of his arms crawls.

"What do you think that means?"