[They both pull back. The cloth comes free -- and scattered, old medical equipment comes falling away. It lands about their feet, making a terrible racket. The forming Shadow Nurses' heads turn, at once, to look at them.
But behind it is a sink, old and disused. And propped above it is a mirror; it reflects them, at first, but there's something else in there. A dingy, poorly lit room.
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[They both pull back. The cloth comes free -- and scattered, old medical equipment comes falling away. It lands about their feet, making a terrible racket. The forming Shadow Nurses' heads turn, at once, to look at them.
But behind it is a sink, old and disused. And propped above it is a mirror; it reflects them, at first, but there's something else in there. A dingy, poorly lit room.
Junna sucks a breath in.]
This must be it...