He wasn't going to come back here, not after how badly the house rattled him yesterday. But after spending the day in Baneberry Hall, reliving a time he'd thought he'd left behind, the potential self destruction of returning to Penhew in search of answers in the mirrors doesn't seem so crazy. Bad decisions are on the menu today.

Jeff enters the house, moving upstairs to check out the bedrooms-- again, in search of clues about the former residents. Are the shadowy figures all that remain of them, or are they just things that haunted them?

When he sees the lights dimming in the hall, his first thought is: fuck, they got out of the mirror! A sensible person would probably run.

Jeff's not a sensible person.

He follows the darkness (story of his life, huh) and peeks into the bedroom, squinting, trying to make out the silhouette standing in front of the mirror. At least he recognizes the voice, once the man speaks. Kirigan, right?

"Iiiii would be careful, dude," he says carefully. "I don't know if you want what's in there to notice you." Speaking from experience, with different things in different mirrors. "Plus, magic's totally on the fritz!"

As if the other man wouldn't have noticed. But hey, maybe he hasn't! Jeff's just being helpful here!